But Samuel Woodworth's story did not end there. Woodworth's son Selim Woodworth (named after his father's nom de plume) joined the Navy and relocated to the west coast. Selim was aware of a cemetery opened in San Francisco in 1854 in the rural garden style of various east coast cities, originally named Lone Mountain Cemetery. Even before it was renamed Laurel Hill Cemetery, it had become the fashionable spot for the well-to-do deceased. In 1864, over 20 years after his death, Samuel Woodworth was brought here for reburial by his son. His Egyptian revival tomb, covered with ivy, became one of several tombs frequently visited by the living.
|San Francisco Chronicle, June 19, 1895|
Samuel Woodworth's poem "The Voyage of Life":
Embarked on the ocean of life,
I steered for the haven of bliss;
But through passion's tempestuous strife,
My reck'ning was ever a-miss.
Near Pleasure's enchanted domain
I plunged in a whirlpool of care,
Encountered the breakers of pain,
And struck on the rocks of despair.
Afloat and refitted once more,
The chart of experience my guide,
Hope points to the far-distant shore,
Her smile bids the tempest subside.
No breakers or quicksands I fear,
While Honor stands firm at the helm;
By the compass of reason I'll steer
To Joy's delectable realm.
Stern Virtue the port may blockade,
Yet Hymen will sanction my right,
And his torch, like a pharos, shall aid
To moor in the stream of delight.
Then, then, may the genius of Love
An eternal embargo declare;
I'll never evade it, by Jove!
Nor traffic in contraband ware.