Just Think!

Just think! some night the stars will gleam
      Upon a cold, grey stone,
And trace a name with silver beam,
      And lo! ’twill be your own.

That night is speeding on to greet
      Your epitaphic rhyme.
Your life is but a little beat
      Within the heart of Time.

A little gain, a little pain,
      A laugh, lest you may moan;
A little blame, a little fame,
      A star-gleam on a stone.