James Wilde was the brother of the well-known American poet, Richard Henry Wilde.  The cemetary commemorative plaque in honor of James Wilde contains a stanza from his brother's most famous poem whose completion was interrupted by the death of James in the duel.  Richard was a Georgia representative to Congress, a DAnte-Tasso schoilar, but is most well-known for the poem described by Lord Byron when he said,  "No finer American poem has met my eye than Wilde's Summer Rose."  The opening stanza is familiar

My life is like the summer rose,
    that opens to the morning sky;
And ere the shades of evening close,
    Is scattered on the ground -- to die.
Yet, on that rose's humble bed
    The softest dewsd of night are shed;
As if she wept such a wqaste to see;
    But none shall drop a tear for me.

From Thomas Gamble, Savannah Dule & Duellists 1733-1877.