Chorley Cemetery
Published in the Chorley Standard 31 July 1860

Sonnet

I paced in thoughtful mood the graceful walks
Which interlace the garden of the dead
And many loving epitaphs I read-
For each inscription to the reader talks,
And shows the reverence which living folks
Feel for the memory of the sleeping dead.
Yet life is apt to look on Death with dread,
For it will wait for none, and often balks
All human plans; And none can ever know
When it will come,- the year, the day, the hour,
In youth, or age; at morning, noon or night,
But it is well for as that all below
I governed by a good and mighty Power,
Without whose leave King Death can never smite.

Grace Roberts. Chorley.