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.