UNKNOWN

Unknown Confederate Soldier He lies beneath the limbs
Of the old oak trees
The small flag on his stone
Flies in a Southern breeze

He answered the call
And proudly wore the gray
Defending his homeland
Until his dying day

He fought a good fight
And gave his very best
Now he’s at peace
Here at Soldiers Rest

Like so many others
He was buried where he fell
Unknown is his epitaph
But the Lord knows him well