Planted in the earth

From Dwight Cemetery, Belchertown, MA:

Lafayette W. Goodell
Son of Asahel and
Cynthia Newell Goodell
1851-1920
A student of nature
Founder of Pansy Park

The weary journey

From Montague Road Cemetery, Montague, MA:

Thousands of journeys night
+ days, I've travel'd weary
on the way, to heal the
sick, but now I'm gon, a journey
nev'r to return.
Doctor Silas Ball
who died July 15th, 1807
AET. 53

The insatiate archer

From Pine Nook Cemetery, South Deerfield, MA:

Insatiate archer, could not one suffic'd
Thy shaft flew twice + twice my peace was slain.
But God is just.
Sacred to the memory of Lucretia, second wife
of Elihu Clary, who departed this life
Aug. 24, 1828 AE tat 42

Gently shuts the eye of day.

From an unnamed cemetery on Route 32A, Hardwick, MA:

So fades a summer cloud away
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er,
So gently shuts the eye of day,
So dies a wave along the shore.

15 minutes

New Salem Cemetery, New Salem, MA:

In fifteen minutes from feble health
God took her life and stop't her breath.

It is time.

From Old Hadley Cemetery, Hadley, MA:

There was a time, -that time is past,
When Youth! I bloom'd like thee:
A time will come, -tis coming fast,
When thou shalt fade like me.

In dusty beds

From Old Deerfield Cemetery, Deerfield, MA:

And when the last
Trumpet sounds
Arise come forth ye
Dead, the call shall
be to them + all, that
Sleep in dusty beds.

From death's arrest

From West Cemetery, Amherst, MA:

The blooming cheek
The sparkling eye
From death's arrest could not me save
Youth and beauty both must die
Like we must moulder in the grave.

The wagonn

From Chestnut Hill Road cemetery, Royalston, MA:

In memory of Mrs. Margarett Thomson
wife of Mr. Jonas Thomson
who was kill'd by a
fall from her wagonn
May 13, 1824, aged 77.

A hunting accident

From First Congregational Church, Beckett, MA:

In memory of Luke Viets
who was shot suppos'd for a deer
and died in Becket Oct 21st 1757
in the 15th year of his age.

Death is the gate.

From Westminster, VT:

Why should we start and fear to die?
What tim'rous worms we mortals are.
Death is the gate of endless joy
And yet we dread to enter there.

Cold languor

From Westminster, VT:

Cold languor chills my falling tears
And speechless ardor throbs in vain
Desiring death awakes my fears
While round I read his victim's strain.

Sinking into death

From First Congregational Church, Beckett, MA:

In memory of Heman Childs
who was drowned near Albany
Sept 30, 1826 aged 28 years
No friendly hand, did close his eyes;
He saw no tears, he heard no sighs,
Deep in the stream he lost his breath
And there endur'd a watery death.