James Ryder Randall

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Thou wilt not cower in the dust,
Maryland! my Maryland!
Thy beaming sword shall never rust,
Maryland! my Maryland!
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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.
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You shudder as you think upon
The carnage of the grim report -
The desolation when we won
The inner trenches of the fort.
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Arm yourselves and be valiant men, and see that ye be in readiness against
the morning, that ye may fight with these nations that are assembled
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Eva sits on the ottoman there,
Sits by a Psyche carved in stone,
With just such a face, and just such an air,
As Esther upon her throne.
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'Twas the morning of Palm Sunday, in Village Adair,
And the shy little chapel seemed jubilant there;
'Twas the morn of Palm Sunday, sad Sunday, I ween,
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James Ryder Randall Biography

James Ryder Randall (January 1, 1839 – January 15, 1908) was an American journalist and poet. Randall was born on January 1, 1839 in Baltimore, Maryland. He is most remembered for writing the poem "Maryland, My Maryland," which is also the reason for his being called the "Poet Laureate of the Lost Cause". It became a war hymn of the Confederacy after the poem's words were set to music during the Civil War by Jennie Cary, a member of a prominent Maryland and Virginia family. It later became the state song of Maryland. Randall wrote the poem after learning that his friend Francis X. Ward, of Randallstown, Maryland, was killed by the Sixth Massachusetts Regiment in the Baltimore Riot of April 19, 1861.[1] The work was first published a week later on April 26, in the New Orleans newspaper The Sunday Delta. After abandoning his studies at Georgetown University, he traveled to South America and the West Indies. Upon his return to the United States he taught English literature at Poydras College in Pointe Coupee Parish, Louisiana. It was during this time that he penned "Maryland, My Maryland". After the Civil War, Randall became a newspaper editor and a correspondent in Washington, D.C., for The Augusta Chronicle. He continued to write poems, although none achieved the popularity of "Maryland, My Maryland". His later poems were deeply religious in nature. He died on January 15, 1908 in Augusta, Georgia.)

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Maryland! My Maryland!

Thou wilt not cower in the dust,
Maryland! my Maryland!
Thy beaming sword shall never rust,
Maryland! my Maryland!
Remember Carroll s sacred trust.
Remember Howard s warlike thrust,
And all thy slumb’rers with the just,
Maryland! My Maryland!

Thou wilt not yield the Vandal toll,
Maryland! my Maryland
Thou wilt not crook to his control,
Maryland! my Maryland!
Better the fire upon thee roll,
Better the shot, the blade, the bowl,
Than crucifixion of the soul,
Maryland! my Maryland!

I see no blush upon thy cheek,
Maryland! my Maryland!

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