In Memory of the nine hundred Confederate Soldiers buried within this enclosure, most of them died in the hospital in Little Rock, Arkansas in 1863.

All lost but by the grave,
Where martyred heroes rest.
He wins the most who honor saves
suggest is not the test.

It recks not where their bodies lie
By bloody hillside, plain or river.
Their names are bright on fames proud sky,
Their deeds of valor live forever.

Gather the sacred dust
of the warriors tried and true,
Who bore the flag of a nation's trust
and fell in a cause, though lost, still just,
and died for me and you.

And the dead thus meet the dead,
while the living o'er them weep,
and the men by Lee and Stonewall,
And the hearts that once together beat
together still shall sleep.