The Unknown

Alex W. Bealer


Afar from friends who loved him well,

Amid the battle smoke alone,

This well-beloved soldier fell

To sleep throughout the years “unknown.”


What loving mother watched for him

With longing eyes and speechless moan?

How many eyes with tears grew dim

Because the soldier died “unknown?”


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.”


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