events, he would look not just at those fateful four years but at the three
and a quarter centuries that preceded and followed them, the long
period in which we were truly ourselves. And I think of this possible
verse somewhat as follows:

The morning lights your lovely shores,

Maryland, my Maryland!

They are your history's hallowed doors.

Maryland, my Maryland!

Here entered first those men of good

Who brought not hate but brotherhood.

So stand we now, where once they stood.

Maryland, my Maryland!

The noonday warms your fertile fields

Maryland, my Maryland!

Whose soil its ancient plenty yields,

Maryland, my Maryland!

While we, from out this pleasant earth,

Draw health and wealth and native mirth

And strength to fight for home and hearth,

Maryland, my Maryland!

The sun sets on your western land,

Maryland, my Maryland!

Here earth and sky stretch hand to hand

Maryland, my Maryland!

Here upland, meadow, stream and cove

Reflect the beauty from above

And beam it back in nature's love

Maryland, my Maryland!

From East to West, from past to now,
Maryland, my Maryland!
Your people take again the vow
Maryland, my Maryland!
To keep your toleration trust,
To live in peace with all that's just
And fight for you, if fight we must—
Maryland, my Maryland.

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