|This beautiful poem is on an ancient tombstone near where we live, from the English settlers that worked on the mines many years ago. It shows a right attitude about death, something that will be good to remember during the next few days.|
"In perfect health I went from home,
Not knowing that my race was run,
As flowers grow and then decay,
A sudden death snatched me away.
Little thought my time so short,
In this world to remain,
When from my home I went away,
And hoped to return again.
The stroke of death did end my time,
And cut me off just in my prime,
Short was my life, sharp was my pain,
Great was your loss, much more my gain."
Farewell my wife and brother so dear,
I am not dead, but sleeping here.
My debt is paid, my grave you see,
Therefore prepare to follow me.