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Till the granite breaks to speaking,
Like the Theban shaft of old : With its stony lips repeating
To the Bav State, free and bold — Still repeating,
" Baltimore !"
Lo ! the merchant springs to battle From his Boston counting-room, And the Lowell weaver rushes To the combat from the loom — To the combat,
Baltimore !
From the mountain-men of Berkshire
To the fishers of Cape Ann, At old Bunker's Memnon-summons They are rising to a man — They are rising,
Baltimore!
Rebel city ! thank thy true men
That the Pilgrim sword and fire O'er thy highways, red with murder, Still hath left a standing spire — Thank thy true men,
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