Death's icy bride

From a cemetery in Truro, MA:

We have robed thee in thy garments
Meet to hold Death's icy bride;
In the old churchyard we've laid thee
By thy long lost mother's side.

Sun and trees

From West Cemetery, Granby, MA:

Trees cast their leaves and spring again,
Man's leaf once cast doth so remain.
Sun being set returns with light,
Man's light is short, long lasting night.

The morning flower

From Oak Knoll Cemetery, Palmer, MA:

A pleasant plant,
a morning flower,
cut down + wither'd
in an hour.

And while we sigh, we sink.

From Brimfield, MA (at Routes 19 + 20):

Man's home is in the grave;
Here dwells the multitude:
We gaze around;
We read their monuments;
We sigh, + while we sigh, we sink.