An Appeal for Maryland
An Appeal for Maryland.
Of all the gems that gild the wreath
Of freedom, the blue sky beneath,
Which is the fairest, say?
Of all the States who nobly stood,
Who first in Freedom’s cause shed blood;
Who saved the South by April’s day?
Who sent her old Line forth to fight,
To dare and do their best for right;
Who gained Manassas’ bloody fight?
Who did the ungrateful South now leave,
Beneath oppression’s chain to grieve;
When she had helped them with her might?
Who loudly long for aid hath shrieked,
On whom has Abe his hatred wreaked;
Who’s waited long with murmurs deep?
Whose blood for dire vengeance calls,
Whose voice on air unheeded falls;
Who longs to wake from forced sleep?