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.

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.

Death = release.

From First Church Cemetery, Templeton, MA:

He had been in the service of his country 3 years,
8 months of which were spent in rebel prisons.
He survived his release only one week, and died of
disease caused by starvation.