The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1904-12-24
Maryland!

CBy James r. RandalL)
The despOts heel is on thy shore,
Maryland
His torch is at thy temple door,
Maryland!
Avenge the patriotic gore
That fiecked the streets of Baltimore,
And be the battle-queen of yore
Maryland! My Maryland
Hark to thy wandering sons appeal.
Maryland!
My mother State to thee l kneel
Marylandi
For life and death, for woe and veal,
Thy peerless chiValry reveal.
And grid thy beauteous limbs with
steel,
Maryland! My Maryland!
Thou wilt not cover in the dust,
Maryland
Thy peamiHg sword shan never rust,
Maryland!
Remember CarroIl's sacred trust;
Remember Howard's warlike thrust.
And all thy slumberers with the Just
Maryland! My Maryland!
Come! It's the red dawn of the day.
Maryland!
Come! with thy panoplied array
Maryland:
With Ringgold's spirit for the fray.
With Watsons blood at Monterey.
With fearless Lowe and dashing May
Maryland! My Maryland
Dear mother, burst the tyrant's chain,
Maryland
Virginia should not call in vain,
Maryland,
She meets her sisters on the plain.
sic semper," tits the proud refrain
That battles minions back amain,
Maryland! My Maryland!
Come! for thy shield is bright and
strong Maryland,
Come for thy daniance does thee
Maryland
Come 10 thine own heroic throng
That stalks with Liberty along.
And give new Key" TO my song,
Maryland! My Maryland.
see the blush upon thy cheek,
Maryland,
For thy vast ever braVely meek.
Maryland!
But, 10, there surges forth Shrek
From hill to hill, from creek to creek;
Potomac calls TO Chesapeake.
Maryland! My Maryland
Thou wilt not yield the vandal toll.
Maryland,
Ihou wi not crook to his control.
Maryland.
Better the fire upon thee roll.
Better the Shot, the blade, the bowl,
Than crucifiXion of the soul.
Maryland, My Maryland,
J hear the distant thunder hum,
Maryland,
The "old Line" bugle, fire and drum,
Maryland
She is not dead nor deaf nor dumb:
Huzzai she spurns the Northern scum:
She bresthes she burns, she'll come,
she'll come,
Maryland! My Maryland.
IN connection with this poem ii may
be interesting 10 read the following
glowing tribute TO poem and poet pub
Hshed recently in Bethany by Watson:
In those far-gone days there was a
young school teacher in Louisiana who
bore in his emotional nature every
nope fear. sympathy, yearning and
aspiration of the OLD South. Born and
reared IN Maryland. loving his native
state with ardent loyalty. his eyes dur
ing his temporary exile were contin-
uaily and anXiously turned homeward
His immediate environment was that
OF intense secessionism. Southern
rights was everybody's watchword,
and every throb of mis- heart echoed it, J
But he was a Marylander. Louisiana
had seeded. What would Maryland
do? Her sisters Of the South were in
deadly peril. Her help was needed
What would she do? BY day and by
night the black-eyed. looking
school teacher pondered, hoping. fear
ing, sick with SUSPENSE. Why did his
home people hesitate? Would Nary Z
land never act? Something in the
newspapers caught his eye one day, /,
some vague encouragement, and i'm q
rush of profoundly earnest feeling he,
James r. Randall, as true poet as |
ever sang, dashed off the famous dimes. |
Maryland, My Marylandr They cleo
trified the South then; they move the