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  1. Hushed in the alabaster arms of Death Our young Marcellus sleeps.
  2. Gentlest and bravest in the battle-brunt- The Champion of the Truth- He bore his banner to the very front Of our immortal youth.
  3. My Maryland.
  4. 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 …

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