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.
Robert W. Service, born on this day in 1874
Go get 'em, kiddo!
Thanks to my Mum, a great fan of Roberts Service, Frost, and Firchau
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