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120 THROUGH BALTIMORE. |
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But on Olympian heights shall dwell the devoted forever; There shall assemble the good, there the wise, valiant, and free.
Oh ! then how great for our country to die — in the front rank to perish, Firm, with our breast to the foe, Victory's shout in our ear ! Long they our statues shall crown, in songs our memory cherish; We shall look forth from our heaven, pleased the sweet music to hear. |
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THROUGH BALTIMORE.
THE VOICE OP THE PENNSYLVANIA VOLUNTEERS. BY BAYARD TAYLOR.
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'TWAS Friday morn, the train drew near
The city and the shore : Far through the sunshine, soft and clear, We saw the dear old flag appear, And in our hearts arose a cheer
For Baltimore. |
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