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.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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