Still the name of my Franklin shall ne'er be forgot
While the wild flowers remember to bloom.
The leaf that I plucked from the grave where it grew
Is now withered—forever decayed;
So my Franklin is gone, hut affection most true
Shall remember the place where he's laid.
[Stone leaning against south wall. Same as No. 16 on Bancroft monument.]
In Memory of
Mrs. Hitty Bancroft
wife of Mr. Kendall Bancroft,
who died
June 15, 1812,
Æt. 24.
As I pass by with grief I see
A loving mate was took from me: