Up from the sleep of years, and fight And shout: "Let God maintain the right!" Maryland! Our Maryland! We come with banner, lance and sword, Maryland! To guard the soil by Wirt adored, Maryland! In God alone we place our trust, Maryland! Our Maryland! Up for the conflict, one and all, Maryland! Earth will be darkened like a pall, Maryland! When black disunion's flag shall wave, No soul to dare, no arm to save, Above the free soil of the brave, Maryland! Our Maryland! Let the drums beat "to arms! to arms!" Maryland! Leave cottage homes, and shops, and farms, Maryland! Rush, as your sires to conflict rushed, Maryland! Our Maryland! "I WILL NOT FIRE UPON THAT FLAG."* BY A. JONES, U.S.A. "I WILL not fire upon that flag,” I will not harm the hand that bears "I will not fire upon that flag," "I will not fire upon that flag," Streaked with the morning light, *A young soldier in Beauregard's army, named Picks, of Bal timore, was shot for declaring that he would not fire on the American flag.-Baltimore Clipper. That flag! its glorious Stars and Stripes And with the rustling of its folds, Beneath the shadow of thy folds As wings the dove its homeward flight, Bright vision of my youthful days, Thy radiant glories o'er me shed, Heaven preserve that gallant flag, BELLE MISSOURI. A REPLY TO "MARYLAND, MY MARYLAND." A RISE and join the patriot train, Belle Missouri ! My Missouri! Wipe out this foul disloyal stain, Recall the field of Lexington, They called the craven to the trust, They laid thy glory in the dust, Belle Missouri ! My Missouri ! The helpless prey of treason's lust, She thrills! her blood begins to burn, So! on her forehead pale and stern, Stretch out thy thousand loyal hands, Alone, upon A beacon unto distant lands, Belle Missouri! My Missouri ! Up with the loyal Stripes and Stars, |