A Fragment

A Fragment.

Refreshed in wonted might
By the passing hours of night,
Maryland from sleep awaketh,
To hail the morn that breaketh.
Heart-thanks to Him above,
The God of truth and love,
On bended knees she giveth,
That for her’s, still she liveth.
Herself in steel arraying,
Her beauteous front displaying,
Absent ones advance to meet her,
Gladly Southern sisters greet her,
Thanking God, the hour has come,
When at the roll-call of her drum,
Her true sons as best behoveth,
To the battle front she moveth;
Striking down each vile oppressor,
And the tyrants who distress her,
They shall win and share the glory
Of their sires renowned in story.
Her soil from base pollution free,
Her banner crowned with victory,
Avenged her slain, nobly shall she bear
Herself, and her triumphs meekly wear.
The chivalry of her sons in every age,
Shall brighten the historic page,
Whilst woman’s holy love in prayers,
To heaven ascending shall be theirs,
Nor shall those prayers lie heard in vain,
For heaven will on them blessings rain.
The nations too with loud acclaim
Shall glorify their deeds and name.
Aye! proudly with the Confederate band,
“My Maryland” shalt thou take thy stand.
Nor know again oppression’s night,
Nor feel that tyrant power be right.
With Peace and Plenty, be each virtue thine,
Adored by Freedom, Blessed of God Divine.

Item Information help

  • Item ID
    bsvg100240
  • Genre
    broadsides
  • Illustrated
  • DCMI Type
    Still Image
  • Extent
    25 cm x 15 cm
  • Title
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