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A night: mysterious, tender, quiet, deep; / Heavy with flowers; full of life asleep; / Thrilling with insect voices; thick with stars; / No cloud between the dewdrops and red Mars; / The small earth whirling softly on her way, / The moonbeams and the waterfalls at play; / A million million worlds that move in peace, / A million mighty laws that never cease; / And one small ant-heap, hidden by small weeds, / Rich with eggs, slaves, and store of millet seeds. / They sleep beneath the sod / And trust in God.
A day: all glorious, royal, blazing bright; / Heavy with flowers; full of life and light; / Great fields of corn and sunshine; courteous trees; / Snow-sainted mountains; earth-embracing seas; / Wide golden deserts; slender silver streams; / Clear rainbows where the tossing fountain gleams; / And everywhere, in happiness and peace, / A million forms of life that never cease; / And one small ant-heap, crushed by passing tread, / Hath scarce enough alive to mourn the dead! / They shriek beneath the sod, / "There is no God! "