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Robert W Service - A Grain Of Sand
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If starry space no limit knows
      And sun succeeds to sun,
There is no reason to suppose
      Our earth the only one.
`Mid countless constellations cast
      A million worlds may be,
With each a God to bless or blast
      And steer to destiny.
      
Just think! A million gods or so
      To guide each vital stream,
With over all to boss the show
      A Deity supreme.
Such magnitudes oppress my mind;
      From cosmic space it swings;
So ultimately glad to find
      Relief in little things.

For look! Within my hollow hand,
      While round the earth careens,
I hold a single grain of sand
      And wonder what it means.
Ah! If I had the eyes to see,
      And brain to understand,
I think Life`s mystery might be
      Solved in this grain of sand.
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