To Potomac’s Northern shore,
When midway wading, his host of braves
“My Maryland!“ loud did roar—
To red Antietam’s field of graves,
Through mountain-passes, woods and waves,
They followed their pagod with hymns and glaives,
For Stonewall followed a star.
Back it led him to Marye’s slope,
Where the shock and the fame he bore;
And to green Moss-Neck it guided him—