Words: Robert Frost

In a Disused Graveyard

The living come with grassy tread
To read the gravestones on the hill;
The graveyard draws the living still,
But never anymore the dead.
The verses in it say and say:
"The ones who living come today
To read the stones and go away
Tomorrow dead will come to stay."
So sure of death the marbles rhyme,
Yet can't help marking all the time
How no one dead will seem to come.
What is it men are shrinking from?
It would be easy to be clever
And tell the stones:  Men hate to die
And have stopped dying now forever.
I think they would believe the lie.

-Robert Frost

From the 1923 Pulitzer Prize-winning volume of poems, New Hampshire, by Robert Frost (1874-1963).

Words: Harlan Sanders

"There is no reason to be the richest man in the cemetery.  You can't do any business from there."
- Colonel Harlan Sanders (1890-1980)

Words: Harriet Beecher Stowe

"The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone."
- Harriet Beecher Stowe  (1811-1896)