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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.