An elder writes

On the death of his beloved wife who was buried under a weeping willow, Elder Barton Warren Stone wrote in 1819:
    Beneath this grassy turf lies innocence and love;
    The willow  ends its flexible boughs above;
    Nor is her son, deep-sleeping by her side,
    Forgotten by the mourner, far-spread wide;
    It waves its bough o'er his infantile head,
    And sweeps the tomb, and murmurs o'er the dead.  

Life and death were so unpredictable then; snuffed out so inexplicably and unnecessarily now.