When I am dead and in my grave

      And all my bones are rotten,

      If this you see, remember me,

      Nor let me be forgotton.

      Orphan of affection and grief, adopted by aunt and grandsire, nurse of their hospital home.

      Wife and widow of Dea John Hills.

      Happy wife in rural home of Thomas Sawin eight years.

      Often prisinor of calamity and pain.

      Exhile of inherited melancholy fifteen years.

      Patient waiter on decay and death.

      Lover of all who love Jesus.

      Here lies the body of Samuel Proctor

      Who lived and died without a doctor.

      Under these stones lies three children dear;

      Two are burried at Taunton and I lie here.

      One truth is certain when this life is o'er,

      Man dies to live and lives to die no more.