Sweet women of the South, come gather 'round
This silent figure. It but typifies
The grief the people feel for her who lies
In restful sleep beneath this hallowed mound.
Distinguished daughter of a race renowned,
In the full flush of faultless womanhood,
Before the world's admiring eyes she stood
A very queen, with every virtue crowned.

'Mid stirring scenes of stubborn battle born,
Child of the chieftain of a hapless cause,
For scoffing foes she had no word of scorn -
A woman true she won the world's applause:
With angels keeping watch o'er Hollywood,
Here let her wait among the great and good.