Alex W. Bealer

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Afar from friends who loved him well,

Amid the battle smoke alone,

This well-beloved soldier fell

To sleep throughout the years “unknown.”

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What loving mother watched for him

With longing eyes and speechless moan?

How many eyes with tears grew dim

Because the soldier died “unknown?”

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But God, who watches over all,

Knows well the one beneath this stone;

And when the angel’s trump shall call,

He shall no longer be “unknown.”

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From: Confederate Veteran Magazine, Vol. XVI, No. 12, December 1908, Page 662.