"Our camp-fires shone bright on the mountain That frowned on the river below, As we stood by our guns in the morning, And eagerly watched for the foe; When a rider came out of the darkness That hung over mountain and tree, And shouted, 'Boys, up and be ready! For Sherman will march to the sea!' Then sang we the song of our chieftain, That echoed over river and lea; And the stars in our banner shone brighter When Sherman marched down to the sea! "Then cheer upon cheer for bold Sherman Went up from each valley and glen, And the bugles reëchoed the music That came from the lips of the men; For we knew that the stars in our banner More bright in their splendor would be, And that blessings from Northland would greet us, When Sherman marched down to the sea! "Then forward, boys! forward to battle! We marched on our wearisome way, We stormed the wild hills of Resaca-- God bless those who fell on that day! Then Kenesaw frowned in its glory, Frowned down on the flag of the free; But the East and the West bore our standard, And Sherman marched on to the sea! "Still onward we pressed, till our banners Swept out from Atlanta's grim walls, And the blood of the patriot dampened The soil where the traitor-flag falls; But we paused not to weep for the fallen, Who slept by each river and tree, Yet we twined a wreath of the laurel As Sherman marched down to the sea! "Oh, proud was our army that morning, That stood where the pine darkly towers, When Sherman said, 'Boys, you are weary, But to-day fair Savannah is ours!' Then sang we the song of our chieftain, That echoed over river and lea; And the stars in our banner shone brighter When Sherman camped down by the sea!" [Illustration: _Plymouth Rock_] [Illustration: _ROBERT EDWARD LEE_] _MY MARYLAND._ The despot's heel is on thy shore, Maryland! His torch is at thy temple door, Maryland! Avenge the patriotic gore That flecked the streets of Baltimore, And be the battle queen of yore, Maryland, my Maryland! Hark to an exiled son's appeal, Maryland! My mother State, to thee I kneel, Maryland! For life or death, for woe or weal, Thy peerless chivalry reveal, And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel, Maryland, my Maryland! Thou wilt not cower in the dust, Maryland! Thy beaming sword shall never rust, Maryland! Remember Carroll's sacred trust, Remember Howard's warlike thrust, And all thy slumberers with the just, Maryland, my Maryland!