Ye Aspiring Ones, Listen To The Story Of The Unknown Who Lies Here With No Stone To Mark The Place. As A Boy Reckless And Wanton, Wandering With Gun In Hand Through The Forest Near The Mansion Of Aaron Hatfield, I Shot A Hawk Perched On The Top Of A Dead Tree. He Fell With Guttural Cry At My Feet, His Wing Broken. Then I Put Him In A Cage Where He Lived Many Days Cawing Angrily At Me When I Offered Him Food. Daily I Search The Realms Of Hades For The Soul Of The Hawk, That I May Offer Him The Friendship Of One Whom Life Wounded And Caged. Alexander Throckmorton In Youth My Wings Were Strong And Tireless, But I Did Not Know The Mountains. In Age I Knew The Mountains But My Weary Wings Could Not Follow My Vision - Genius Is Wisdom And Youth.