This grave is marked by a marble ledger that apparently had completely subsided but has been recently uncovered. The lot appears to correspond to Lot 55 in Section D of Dolores Autry's "Historic Linwood Cemetery" book, Volume 2, p. 36. There are two sections and a corner post of an ornamental wrought-iron fence here, but most of the fence is gone.
Also reported in Section 2, Lot 800: (child of?) Lucy REED; Florence Lethia REED; infant son REED; Cora J. (THRELKELD) WHITTLESEY (1860-1894), a marked grave apparently in Section D between Lots 53 & 54 (in Dolores Autry's "Historic Linwood Cemetery" book); T. Wesley BARDEN (buried 08 SEP 1878, aged 48 years); & E. O. BARDEN (buried 09 JAN 1897, aged 56 years) - Wesley has a marked grave in Autry's Section D, Lot 51.
This grave is marked by a marble ledger that apparently had completely subsided but has been recently uncovered. The lot appears to correspond to Lot 55 in Section D of Dolores Autry's "Historic Linwood Cemetery" book, Volume 2, p. 36. There are two sections and a corner post of an ornamental wrought-iron fence here, but most of the fence is gone.
Also reported in Section 2, Lot 800: (child of?) Lucy REED; Florence Lethia REED; infant son REED; Cora J. (THRELKELD) WHITTLESEY (1860-1894), a marked grave apparently in Section D between Lots 53 & 54 (in Dolores Autry's "Historic Linwood Cemetery" book); T. Wesley BARDEN (buried 08 SEP 1878, aged 48 years); & E. O. BARDEN (buried 09 JAN 1897, aged 56 years) - Wesley has a marked grave in Autry's Section D, Lot 51.
Inscription
The marker quotes the final four lines of the shorter "Elegiac Stanzas" by the Irish poet Thomas Moore.
The marker text is ...
Oh, let not tears embalm my tomb,
None but the dews of twilight given,
Oh, let not sighs disturb the gloom,
None but the whispering winds of Hev'n.
The complete poem is ...
"Elegiac Stanzas"
_Sic juvat perire_. (Latin for "So my choice to die.")
When wearied wretches sink to sleep,
How heavenly soft their slumbers lie!
How sweet is death to those who weep,
To those who weep and long to die!
Saw you the soft and grassy bed,
Where flowrets deck the green earth's breast?
'Tis there I wish to lay my head,
'Tis there I wish to sleep at rest.
Oh, let not tears embalm my tomb,--
None but the dews at twilight given!
Oh, let not sighs disturb the gloom,--
None but the whispering winds of heaven!
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