Matthew S. Taylor
Morning has come
to him, the long eternal
day shines on
the hills of paradise,
and thee for
aye, he walks.
Age 37
Good bye old friend, since you are gone
Where will we find another
Possessing all the qualities
Of physician guide and brother
Tomas J. William M.D.
1864-1906
When will the morning come?
Beneath death's icy blast she sudden fell
In the bright morn of youthful joy.
Fell asleep Jan. 2, 1845 age 17 years
A faithful friend a mother
Dear a loving wife lies buried
Here. In love she lives in love
She died. Her life was asked
But God denied
May she rest in peace.
Here stand still, here you can read.
What you are, what you were
And what we are. What we should become
Ashes and dust from this earth.
Sleep on sweet babe and
Take thy rest. God calls away
When he thinks best.
Oct. 16, 1901 - Sept. 15, 1903
Happy the babe who privileged by fate
To a shorter labour and a lighter weight
Reciv'd but yesterday the gift of breath
Ordr'd to morrow to return to death.
Jan. 13, 1769 - age 2 years 3months
Lovely Emma thou hast left us
We thy lost we greatly feel
But tis God that has bereft us
We only can our sorrows heal.
Emma Wheelock
Feb. 3, 1848 - 3 years 4 months
