.
A blacksmith's epitaph composed by himself.
My sledge and hammer lie reclined,
My bellows too have lost their wind,
My fire's extinct, my forge decayed,
And in the dust my vice is laid.
My iron spent, my coal is gone,
My nails are drove—my work is done.
Brockton
.
Indulgent world I bid adieu.
Farewell, dear friends, farewell to you.
No more kindness can I show,
To any creature here below.
I am invited to my tomb,
To sleep awhile till Jesus come.
Wayland
.
Here lies the body of Dr Hayward,
A man who never voted.
Of such is the kingdom of Heaven.
Chelsea