Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to Heaven read more

Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to Heaven conveyed,
And bade it blossom there.

Beneath these green trees rising to the skies,
The planter of them, Isaac Greentree, lies;
The time read more

Beneath these green trees rising to the skies,
The planter of them, Isaac Greentree, lies;
The time shall come when these green trees shall fall,
And Isaac Greentree rise above them all.

And the voice of men shall call,
"He is fallen like us all,
Though the weapon of read more

And the voice of men shall call,
"He is fallen like us all,
Though the weapon of the Lord was in his hand:"
And thine epitaph shall be--
"He was wretched ev'n as we;"
And thy tomb may be unhonoured in the land.

May his body rest free from evil.
[Lat., Corpus requiescat a malis.]

May his body rest free from evil.
[Lat., Corpus requiescat a malis.]

Baths, wine and Venus bring decay to our bodies; but baths, wine
and Venus make up life.
[Lat., read more

Baths, wine and Venus bring decay to our bodies; but baths, wine
and Venus make up life.
[Lat., Balnea, vina, Venus corrumpunt corpora nostra;
Sed vitam faciunt baldea, vina, Venus.]

Shrine of the mighty! can it be,
That this is all remains of thee?

Shrine of the mighty! can it be,
That this is all remains of thee?

A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole word was not
sufficient.
[Lat., Sufficit huic tumulus, cui read more

A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole word was not
sufficient.
[Lat., Sufficit huic tumulus, cui non suffecerit orbis.]

Here lies who, born a man, a grocer died.
[Fr., Ne homme--mort epicier.]

Here lies who, born a man, a grocer died.
[Fr., Ne homme--mort epicier.]

Farewell, vain world, I've had enough of thee,
And Valies't not what thou Can'st say of me;
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Farewell, vain world, I've had enough of thee,
And Valies't not what thou Can'st say of me;
Thy Smiles I count not, nor thy frowns I fear,
My days are past, my head lies quiet here.
What faults you saw in me take Care to shun,
Look but at home, enough is to be done.