The poem
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.