[Writter for the Richmond Dispatch.]
Dedicated to M. Hamburger, of Baltimore, by his friend ‘"Mendelsohn."’
‘ Sweet Maryland! my native land!
How does thou art to ne
Were all the world at my command
I still would cling to thee
My boyhood's home could I forget,
Though I might be forgot!
For those I love are living yet,
In that dear cherished spot.
Sweet Maryland! though now a man,
Wherever I may roam,
My heart, I know it never can
Forget my boyhood's home.
One only hope one only care,
Next that of Heaven above--
That I might once again be there;
Once more with those I love.
Those kindred hearts — those loving friends--
And all my boyish pots,
Would we come me, and make amends
For all long past regrets.
But, ah I fear will never prove
Again my happy lot.
Then, all I ask of those I love--
One thought--"Forget me not."
’ December 28th, 1861.