Hory, hoary typo

Some inscriptions on the back of the gravestones in the old burial ground;

The hory head is a thing of glory
If it be found
In the way of righteousness

The child of youth
The man of years
Here undistinguished lie
To plainly see by Heaven’s decree
That every age must die

These bodies that corrupted lie
Shall incorrupted rise
And mortal forms that spring
Immortal in the skies