The despot's heel is on thy shore, Maryland! His torch is at thy temple-door, Maryland! Avenge the patriotic gore That flecked the streets of Baltimore, And be the battle-queen of yore, Maryland, my Maryland!
My Maryland.
Hushed in the alabaster arms of Death Our young Marcellus sleeps.
John Pelham.
Gentlest and bravest in the battle-brunt- The Champion of the Truth- He bore his banner to the very front Of our immortal youth.
The despot's heel is on thy shore, Maryland! His torch is at thy temple-door, Maryland! Avenge the patriotic gore That flecked the streets of Baltimore, And be the battle-queen of yore, Maryland, my Maryland!