O Passing Stranger

O passing stranger, call this not
A place of fear and gloom,
I love to linger o'er the spot
It is my childrens tomb

Hubert Henry Heddle

There are three children listed on this memorial, Hubert, 7 months, Oscar, Aged 11 Months, and Alice Aged 7 Years.

This epitaph is both sad and yet filled with some compasion.
It appears to either be from a poem or longer epitaph, found in a book (the London and Paris Obsever) and is the first verse:
O passing Stranger! call this not
A place of fear and gloom,
I love to linger o'er the spot-
It is my baby's tomb

The full poem
O passing Stranger! call this not
A place of fear and gloom,
I love to linger o'er the spot-
It is my baby's tomb

Here morning sunbreams brightly glow,
And here the moonbeam shines,
Whilse all unconsciously below
My slumbering babe reclines.

His little waxen rosy face
I know will soon decay;
And every charm and every grace
Will moulder fast away;

But when the sun and moon shall fade,
My baby shall arise,
In brighter beams than theirs, array's
And reign above the skies.

A tragic tale. Beautiful, though the full poem is slightly grim.