Life in Dixie during the War, 1861-1862-1863-1864-1865. Gay Mary Ann Harris

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      “Lives of great men all remind us,

      We can make our lives sublime,

      And departing, leave behind us,

      Footprints on the sands of Time.”

      P. S. – “Remember well and bear in mind,

      A pretty girl’s not hard to find;

      But when you find one nice and Gay

      Hold on to her both night and day.” – M.

      “I’d give my life to know thy art,

      Sweet, simple, and divine;

      I’d give this world to melt one heart,

      As thou hast melted mine.” – Mary.

      P. S. – “As the earth trots round the sun,

      My love for you will ever run.” – M.

      The despot’s heel is on thy shore,

      Maryland, My Maryland!

      His touch is on thy temple door,

      Maryland, My Maryland.

      Avenge the patriotic gore,

      That flowed the streets of Baltimore,

      And be the battle-queen of yore,

      Maryland, My Maryland.

      Hark to a wand’ring son’s appeal,

      Maryland, My Maryland!

      My mother state, to thee I kneel,

      Maryland, My Maryland!

      For life and death, for woe and weal,

      Thy peerless chivalry reveal,

      And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel,

      Maryland, My Maryland.

      Thou wilt not cower in the dust,

      Maryland, My Maryland!

      Thy beaming sword shall never rust,

      Maryland, My Maryland.

      Remember Carroll’s sacred trust,

      Remember Howard’s warlike thrust,

      And all thy slumberers with the just,

      Maryland, My Maryland.

      Come, ’tis the red dawn of the day,

      Maryland, My Maryland!

      Come with thy panoplied array,

      Maryland, My Maryland.

      With Ringold’s spirit for the fray,

      With Watson’s blood at Monterey,

      With fearless Lowe and dashing May;

      Maryland, My Maryland.

      Dear Mother! burst thy tyrant’s chain,

      Maryland, My Maryland!

      Virginia should not call in vain,

      Maryland, My Maryland.

      She meets her sisters on the plain,

      “Sic Semper,” ’tis the proud refrain

      That baffles minions back again,

      Maryland, My Maryland.

      Come! for thy shield is bright and strong,

      Maryland, My Maryland!

      Come! for thy dalliance does thee wrong,

      Maryland, My Maryland.

      Come to thy own heroic throng,

      That stalks with liberty along,

      And give a new Key to thy song,

      Maryland, My Maryland.

      I see the blush upon thy cheek,

      Maryland, My Maryland!

      But thou wast ever bravely meek,

      Maryland, My Maryland.

      But, lo! there surges forth a shriek,

      From hill to hill, from creek to creek,

      Potomac calls to Chesapeake,

      Maryland, My Maryland.

      Thou wilt not yield the vandal toll,

      Maryland, My Maryland!

      Thou wilt not crook to his control,

      Maryland, My Maryland.

      Better the fire upon thee roll,

      Better the shot, the blade, the bowl,

      Than crucifixion of the soul,

      Maryland, My Maryland.

      I hear the distant thunder hum,

      Maryland, My Maryland!

      The Old Line bugle, fife and drum,

      Maryland, My Maryland.

      She is not dead, nor deaf, nor dumb —

      Huzza! she spurns the Northern scum;

      She breathes! She burns! She’ll come, she’ll come!

      Maryland, My Maryland.

      Hark! tis the cannon’s deaf’ning roar,

      Maryland, My Maryland!

      Old Stonewall’s on thy hallow’d shore,

      Maryland, My Maryland.

      Methinks I hear the loud huzza

      Ring through the streets of Baltimore —

      Slaves no longer – free once more

      Maryland, My Maryland.