Inscriptions from the Old Cemetery in Groveland, Mass: (formerly East Bradford.)Louis A. Woodbury, M.D., 1895 - 105 頁 |
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ABIGAIL ABNER HARDY Ætat AGE HERE LIES AGE In Memory ATWOOD BALCH DIED Benjamin BETSY blest blooming Bradford Burbank BURIED THE BODY burying ground Christ Committee Consort daughter death died April died Aug died Dec died Feb died Jan died July died June died March died Nov died Oct died Sept dust EBENEZER Eliphalet ERECTED In Memory Etat friends grave GROVELAND HANNAH Hardy died HARDY WHO DIED Harriman Hopkinson died HOPKINSON WHO DIED Ira & Julia Jesus Jewett John JONAS PLATTS JOSEPH HARDY Julia Hopkinson JULY 16 LIES BURIED Lieut LYES BURIED Manly & Rebekah MARTHA Mary Hardy Memento Mori Mitchel months mortal NATHANIEL Octr PARKER WHO DEPARTED PARKER WHO DIED Relict RETIER Richardson died ROLLINS died Sacred SAMUEL PALMER SAMUEL TENNEY SAMUEL WOOD Sarah Stickney Saviour Savory sleeping Stickney died Susanna sweet tear TENNEY Tenny died thee Thomas Stickney thou tomb Voted WOOD WHO DIED
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第 85 頁 - As you are now so once was I; As I am now, so you must be Prepare for death and follow me.
第 86 頁 - Yet again we hope to meet thee, When the day of life is fled ; Then in heaven with joy to greet thee, Where no farewell tear is shed.
第 56 頁 - One gentle sigh his fetters breaks ; We scarce can say, " he's gone," Before the willing spirit takes Her mansion near the throne.
第 72 頁 - My flesh shall slumber in the ground, Till the last trumpet's joyful sound; Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in my Saviour's image rise.
第 14 頁 - Father of heaven, in whom our hopes confide, Whose power defends us, and whose precepts guide, In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend, Glory supreme be thine, till time shall end.
第 34 頁 - Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear Invade thy bounds: no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch the soft repose.
第 10 頁 - Wilt thou, sweet mourner ! at my stone appear, And soothe my parted spirit lingering near? Oh, wilt thou come, at evening hour to shed The tears of Memory o'er my narrow bed ; With aching temples on thy hand reclined, Muse on the last farewell I leave behind, Breathe a deep sigh to winds that murmur low, And think on all my love, and all my woe...
第 66 頁 - Go ! fair example of untainted youth, Of modest wisdom, and pacific truth : Composed in sufferings, and in joy sedate, Good without noise, without pretension great. Just of thy word, in every thought sincere, Who knew no wish but what the world might hear : Of softest manners, unaffected mind, Lover of peace, and friend of human kind : Go, live ! for heaven's eternal year is thine, Go, and exalt thy mortal to divine.
第 66 頁 - So Jesus slept ; God's dying Son Passed through the grave, and bless'd the bed : Rest here, blest saint, till from His throne The morning break, and pierce the shade.