Friday, December 10, 2010

Epitaph #1

This is not my poem. In fact I don't know who wrote it, but I found it carved upon a large stone in the Old Colony cemetery in Granville, OH--the one off to the right-hand side when you're heading North on 37.
Anyway, I believe that it was on a monument to Horatio G. Mowler who died March 29th 1855.

Our love survives stronger than hope or grief,
It has survived, remains, and will remain;
Time to our poignant anguish brings relief,
And now thy memory is sweet again.
And is not this a pledge of life eterne?
Nature still clinging to her last desire?
Towards our friend the dead our feelings yearn,
To meet him and not part our hearts aspire.

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