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.

The 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.

--Robert Service--