Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис)

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.

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