James Ryder Randall

"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!"

"Hushed in the alabaster arms of Death Our young Marcellus sleeps."

"Gentlest and bravest in the battle-brunt, The Champion of the Truth; He won his banner in the very front Of our immortal youth."

"The South is blameless; for she holds in fee The stainless swords of Washington and Lee."