Rhymes of a Rolling Stone

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.