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Rh I hear the distant thunder hum,
 * Maryland!

The Old Line's bugle, fife, and drum,
 * Maryland!

She is not dead, nor deaf, nor dumb— Huzza! she spurns the Northern scum! She breathes! she burns! she'll come! she'll come!
 * Maryland! My Maryland!

PELHAM

Just as the Spring came laughing through the strife,
 * With all its gorgeous cheer;

In the bright April of historic life,
 * Fell the great cannoneer.

A wondrous lulling of a hero's breath,
 * His bleeding country weeps;

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

Nobler and grander than the Child of Rome,
 * Curbing his chariot steeds;

The knightly scion of a Southern home,
 * Dazzled the land with deeds.

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