Marker reads:
Sacred to the memory of Mary Graham who departed this life the 7th day of July in the year or our Lord, 1801 and in the 71st year of her age. No, I'll repine at death no more, but with a cheerful gasp resign; To the cold dungeon of the grave, these dying with with'ring limbs of mine. Let worms devour my wasting flesh and crumble all my bones to dust; My God shall raise my frame anew, at the revival of the just. Break, sacred morning, through the skies, bring that delightful day; Cut short the hours, Dear Lord, and come; Thy lig'ring wheels, how long they stay. Haste them upon the wings of love, rouse all the pious sleeping clay; That we join in the heavenly joys and sing the triumph of the day.
Daughter of A.C and A.M. Avery
Sacred to the memory of Mary Graham who departed this life the 7th day of July in the year or our Lord, 1801 and in the 71st year of her age. No, I'll repine at death no more, but with a cheerful gasp resign; To the cold dungeon of the grave, these dying with with'ring limbs of mine. Let worms devour my wasting flesh and crumble all my bones to dust; My God shall raise my frame anew, at the revival of the just. Break, sacred morning, through the skies, bring that delightful day; Cut short the hours, Dear Lord, and come; Thy lig'ring wheels, how long they stay. Haste them upon the wings of love, rouse all the pious sleeping clay; That we join in the heavenly joys and sing the triumph of the day.
Daughter of A.C and A.M. Avery
Marker reads:
Sacred to the memory of Mary Graham who departed this life the 7th day of July in the year or our Lord, 1801 and in the 71st year of her age. No, I'll repine at death no more, but with a cheerful gasp resign; To the cold dungeon of the grave, these dying with with'ring limbs of mine. Let worms devour my wasting flesh and crumble all my bones to dust; My God shall raise my frame anew, at the revival of the just. Break, sacred morning, through the skies, bring that delightful day; Cut short the hours, Dear Lord, and come; Thy lig'ring wheels, how long they stay. Haste them upon the wings of love, rouse all the pious sleeping clay; That we join in the heavenly joys and sing the triumph of the day.
Daughter of A.C and A.M. Avery
Sacred to the memory of Mary Graham who departed this life the 7th day of July in the year or our Lord, 1801 and in the 71st year of her age. No, I'll repine at death no more, but with a cheerful gasp resign; To the cold dungeon of the grave, these dying with with'ring limbs of mine. Let worms devour my wasting flesh and crumble all my bones to dust; My God shall raise my frame anew, at the revival of the just. Break, sacred morning, through the skies, bring that delightful day; Cut short the hours, Dear Lord, and come; Thy lig'ring wheels, how long they stay. Haste them upon the wings of love, rouse all the pious sleeping clay; That we join in the heavenly joys and sing the triumph of the day.
Daughter of A.C and A.M. Avery
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