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Epitaphs from country cemeteries

15 years ago

As a volunteer for a local genealogical society, I spend almost every Sunday afternoon exploring and recording our local cemeteries. I make a sincere effort to record the verses on old stones, many of which are badly damaged by time and the elements. I know they are not great poetry, but nonetheless feel that they are artifacts from a lost time.

Here are some of the my favourites from this year:

Oh! Sacred grave, what precious dust

Is here committed to thy trust;

But oh! The soul has fled on high!

To bloom forever in the sky.

Jesus has called the mother home.

Her flesh lies mouldering in the tomb.

God grant her offspring may be blest

And meet her in eternal rest.

Farewell my true and beloved mate,

For you I can no longer wait;

For death has called and I must go

And leave you in this world below.

I leave you in this world behind,

I hope a better one to find;

In heaven I hope we'll meet again.

In heave I trust we both shall reign.

Hark angels wisper me away

My partner dear adieu

In sweet realms of day

Our love we will renew.

Death little warning to me gave

that quickly summoned me to the grave.

Haste to Christ, make no delay.

For no one knows his dying day.

This lovely flower to us

While was given.

Transplanted, now it

Brightly blooms in heaven.

O death! Could thou not spare

this beauteous flower

Why take him home

at this untimely hour?

Sleep on loved one, sleep

Sleep till thy mother comes

To join thee in thy joys above

In heaven our happy home.

My children dear assembled here

A father's grave to see

Not long ago I dwelt with you

But soon you'll dwell with me..

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