New Salem, MA

New Salem, MA

The arrows of death fly swiftly.

From a Lake George cemetery in Wales, MA:

Hark hark my young friend
To this melancholy song,
The arrows of death fly swiftly along,
Here is one of your number.
She was just in her bloom
She was call'd away by death
+ laid in her tomb.

His Icy Hand

From United Church Cemetery, Ware, MA:

So gentle in thy loveliness! alas!
How could it be,
That death would not forbear
To lay his icy hand on thee;
Nor spare thee yet a little while,
In childhood's opening bloom
While many a sad and weary
Soul was longing for the tomb.