“By old Potomac’s rushing tide,
Our bayonets are gleaming,”—
Maryland, Lost Maryland: (S. L. M., January, ’63, Ed.’s Table from the Raleigh Standard.)
“The despot’s heel thou dost adore,
Maryland, fie! Maryland,”—
The Maryland Martyrs: (R. B. B. 79.)
“They bore them to a gloomy cell,
And barred them from the light,”—
Maryland, Our Mother: Written at the Request of Many Exiled Marylanders: By Rev. John Collins McCabe, D.D. Richmond, Va., November 24, 1861. (S. L. M., Dec. 1861.)
“O Maryland, dear Maryland! our hearts still turn to thee!