Chapitre 22: twenty two
Just Think!
Just think! Some night the stars will gleam
Upon a cold, grey stone,
And trace a name with the 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 moan;'
A little blame, a little fame
A star-gleam on a stone.
by Robert W. Service
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