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.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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