Quarryville Cemetery; Bolton, CT

Quarryville Cemetery

Bolton, CT

7.24.11

Beneath this stone deaths prisoner lies,
This stone shall move the saint shall rise,
Whats now conceal'd beneath this dust,
Shall also rise among the just.

Death leaves a melancholy gloom,
It makes an empty seat,
Ye living mortals all must come,
and join this long retreat.

No age nor sex
Can death defy,
Think mortals
What it is to die.

So man Lieth down and
deth not till ye Heavens be no
more.

Hark: deaths Motto from the
Siilent Tomb
With awful voice proclaims out
Mortals, Prepare for you must come and mingle with the
Ghastly Crowd.