"JIM OF BILOXI" by Alice Graham

Beneath Virginia's sunlit skies, Where oaks their shadows throw And ragged mountains darkly rise To guard the vales below, There is a sweet, sequestered spot, Where peace and silence reign; A fair God's acre is the lot, Where sleep the Southern slain. There is no sound, save low wind's sigh Among the branches tall, Or song of wild bird, poising high, In plaintive lay or call. A solemn soldier carved in bronze Mounts guard above the graves; Beneath, a tablet where one cons The names of martyred braves. Full many a name is graven there Well-known through the land, And some seem strange and some seem rare That make this hero band. But plain among them all is one That mutely makes appeal; No plea for fame, but duty done, The simple words reveal. They knew him not, who found him there Upon the battlefield, When that sad day had ended, where He fought, but would not yield. The only knew he wore the gray, And loved and honored him; And naught could any comrade say But this: "We called him 'Jim.'" And from his talk about the camp They knew his home to be Beyond the seashore marshes damp, Far South in Biloxi. And so engraven on the scroll For all posterity, With others on this honor roll Is "Jim of Biloxi."

Postwar Remembrances

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