a grain of sand

the universe is measured in one hand
that's all we know and all within each mind
a sight of this is given to the blind
there is no boundary to this command
we aren't allowed to think nor to demand
instead we're set to work and bid to find
the simple answers of the older kind
and set them out in manner plain and bland
this is the working of the true machine
which we have built in the familiar way
so we are told neither to faint nor fear
nor to be worried for what might have been
as this is passage of another day
and we are sailing through a better year