The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow’r
And all that beauty, all that wealth e’er gave,
Awaits alike th’ inevitable hour.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
It’s a sobering fact that we all come to the same end in the end. Here are some graves of notable people and one who is notable by the witness of his life.
This last one is one of my favorites. I found it on a hill in a little church cemetery in Concord, Massachusetts. The gravestone is very faded and difficult to read, but I wanted you to know what it says:
God wills us free. Man wills us slaves.
I will as God wills. God’s will be done.
Here lies the body of
A native of Africa
Who died March 1773 aged about 60 years
Tho’ born in a land of slavery
He was born free.
Tho’ he died in a land of liberty,
He died a slave,
Till by his honest tho’ stolen labors
He acquired the source of slavery
Which gave him his freedom,
Tho’ not long before
Death the grand tyrant
Gave him his final emancipation
And set him on a footing with kings
Tho’ a slave to vice
He practiced those virtues
Without which kings are but slaves.
(The last four lines are compliments of blogger Rob Pedley who was able to read them when my trusty magnifying glass failed me.)