A thousand children

From Quabbin Park Cemetery, Ware, MA:

A thousand children young
as Love Call'd by death to
hear their doom.

The glass that runs for thee.

From a Rt. 9 cemetery in Savoy, MA:

Oh stop kind reader Lend an ear
Think on the dust that slumbers here
And while you read the fate of me
Think of the glass that runs for thee.

Tir na Nog

From a Rt. 9 cemetery in Savoy, MA:

Where crystal streams through endless years
Flow over golden sands
And where the old grow young again
I'll clasp my mother's hands.

One spring day

Route 32 Cemetery in Petersham, MA:

Died by accident, May 16, 1975

The fading bloom

From First Church Cemetery, Templeton, MA:

Your rosy cheeks in a few weeks,
May be as pale as I;
My early fate doth intimate
That blooming youth must die.

To cull undying flowers

From Three Rivers Cemetery, Three Rivers, MA:

He crossed the shining river,
The silver sparkling tide,
To cull undying flowers
That bloom the other side.

Scalped by Indians

From a cemetery in Northfield, MA:

In memory of Nathaniel Dickinson
who was killed + scalped by indians
at Pochague Hill Apr. 15, 1747
His body was buried in an unknown grave near this spot.