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.