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Any misspellings appeared on the monument and have not been corrected below.

Short was thy race, sweet girl, and swift thy flight from this vain world to that of bliss and light. [Esther Swetland, Area G]

Then cease to mourn, dry up the tears, for the bitterness of Death is past; grieve not o’er blighted hopes of future years. Be calm. Your son is now at rest. [David Swetland, 1821-44, Area G]

This little bird so young and fair, called home by early doom, just came to show how sweet a flower Paradise could bloom. [Georgeanna DeGroff, died 1860, Area G]

Friends nor physicians could not save my mortal body from the grave, nor can the grief confine me here, when Christ my savior shall appear. [David Brewster, died 1827, Area G]

Jesus can make a dying bed feel soft as downy pillows are, while on his breast I lean my head and breathe my life out sweetly here. [Wm Herald, died 1842, Area A]

As you are now, so once was I. As I am now, so you must be. Prepare for heaven and follow me. [Peter DeGroff. died 1871, Area G]

Go home dear friends wipe off your tears. Here I must lie till Christ appears. [Mary Chadsey, died 1825, Area A]

Of thou from whose fond bleeding heart I bosom friend is riven; short is the time ye are call’d to part, she waits for you in heaven. [Amelia Peters, Area A]

Those we hold most dear never truly leave us. They live on in the kindness they showed, the comfort they shared and the love they brought into our lives. [Gerald Brenhiser, died 2000, Area G]

Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Others stay awhile, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same. (Catie Hoch, died 2000, Area G]

Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die. [Jeffrey S. Sheldon, died 1982, Area G]

Oh! cherish hope! bright star of peace to the dark night of sorrow given, to bid dispairing murmering ceace, the lost on earth are found in Heaven. [Morris Shelden, died 1834, Area G]

The Lord has called and I must go to leave this world and all below. [Elkanah Holmes, died 1853, Area G]

Here to the dreary grave confin’d He sleeps in deaths dark gloom until the eternal morning wakes the slumber of the tomb. (Nicholas Scofil, died 1831, Area G]

And art thou dear associate, art thou gone. Long must thy friend thy sudden loss be mournd O’er the cold turf where thy pale reliques sleep shall fond remembrance oft repair to weep. [Mary Morris, died 1823, Area A]