Not Overlooked

Though i am little as all little things, Though the stars that pass over my tininess are as the sands of the sea, Though the garment of the night was made for a sky-giant and does not fit me, Though even in a city of men I am as nothing, Yet at times the gift of life is almost more than I can bear…. I laugh with joyousness, the morning is a blithe holiday; And in the overrunning of my hardy bliss praise rises for the very breath I breathe. How soaked the universe is with life— Not a cranny but is drenched! Ah, not even I was overlooked!