He 'rose in health at early dawn
To hail the new born year:
Before the evening shade came on
He finished his career.
He was a man of invention great
Above all who he lived nigh;
But he could not invent to live
When God called him to die.
A thousand ways cut short our days,
None are exempt from death.
A honey-bee by stinging me
Did stop my mortal breath.
He got a fish bone in his throat
And then he sang an angel's note.
Orange County.
Here lies a kind and loving wife,
A tender nursing mother;
A neighbor free from brawl and strife,
A pattern for all others.
To the memory of
Susan Mum.
Silence is wisdom.
This corpse
is
Phebe Thorps.
Neal Keven.