She was a tender mother here.|
And in her life the Lord did fear.
We trust our loss will be her gain.
And that with Christ she's gone to reign.
Dearest mother thou hast left us|
And thy loss we deeply feel
But the god that has bereft us
He can all our sorrow heal.
Stop reader, stop beside this mound|
and drop a . . .
For this to us is hallowed ground
Our honored Uncle sleepeth here.
May his soul rest in peace
Kind friends beware as you pass by,|
As you are now so once was I;
As I am now so you must be.
Prepare, therefore to follow me.