Carroll free press. [volume] (Carrollton [Ohio]) 1834-1861, 1846-05-29
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BINGEN.
BY mrs. NORTON.
A soldier OF the Legion
Lay dying in A!glers,
Tbere was a lack of woman's nursing.
There was desrth Of woman's tears
But comrade stood beside him,
While his le-bloOd ebbed away,
And bent, with plying glances,
To hear what he might say.
The dying soldier laltered,
As he took that comrades hand,
And he said, III never more shall
See my own, my native land;
Take message aud a token,
To some distant friends Of mine,
For was born Of Bingen,-
At Bingen on the Rhine.
"Tell my brothers and companions,
When they meet and crowd around,
To hear my mourniul story,
In the pleasant vineyard ground,
That we fought the battle bravely,-
And when the day was done,
Full many a corse lay ghastly pale,
Beneath the setting sun.
And midst the dead and dying,
Were some grown old in wars
The dea,h-wound on their gallant breasts,
The last OF many scars:
But some were young,--and suddenly
Beheld ife's morn decline,-
And one had come fom Brngen,-
Fair Bingen on the Rhine!
"Ten my mother, that her other
Sons shall comfort Der old aga,
And I was aye truant bird,
That thought his home cage;
For my father was soldier,
And even as child
NY heart .!eaped forth to hear him
Tell of struggles fierce and wild;
And when he died, and left us
To divide his scanty board,
I let them take whate'er they would
But kept my fathers sword;
And with boyieh loveI hungit
Where the bright light used 10 shine,
On the cottage-wall at Bngen,-
Calm Bngen on the Rhine.
"Tell my sister not to weep for me,
And sob with dropping head,
When the troops are marching home again,
With glad and gallant tread,
But to look upon them proudly,
With calm and steadtast eye,
For her brother was q soldier, too,
And not afraid to die.
And if comrade seek her love,
| ask her in my name
To listen to himkindly,
Without regret,0r shame;
And TO hang the old sword in its place,
INV fathers sword and mine,l
For the honor OF old Bngen,--
Dear Bingen on the Rhine!
"There's another mot a sister,
In the happy days gone by,
You'd have known her by the merriment
That sparkled in her eye;
Too innocent tor coquetry--
Toe fond for idle scorning,--
Oh! friend, fear the lightest heart
Makes sometimes heaviest mourning!
Tell her the last night OF my life
lFor ere this moon be risen,
NV body will be out Of pain
Nv soul be out Of prison,1
dreamed | stood with HER, and
Saw the yellow sunlight shine
On the vine-clad hills Of Bingen,-
FaE Bingen on the Rhine!
az saw the blue Rhine sweep along
| heard, or seemed to hear,
The German songs we used 10 sing,
In chorus sweet and clear;
And down the pleasant river,
And up the elanLing bill,
That echoing chorus sounded,
Through the, evening cOln and stills
And her glad blue eyes were on me,
As we passed with friend y talk,
Down many path beloved OF yore,
And welI-rempnAerrd walk;
And her little hand lay lightly,
Confdingly in mine,-
But well meet no more at Bingen,-
Loved Bingen on the Rhine"
His voice grew faint and hoarser,-
His gap was childish weak
His eyes put on dying look
He sighed and ceased TO speak:
His comrade bent 10 lift him,
But the spark OF life had fied,--
The soldier Of the Legion
In foreign land was dead
And the soft moon rose up slowly,
And calmly looked down
On the red sand Of the battlefield,
With bloody corpses strown;
Yea, calmly on that dreadful scene
Her pale light seemed to shIne'
As it shone on distant Bingen,-
Fair Bingen on the Rhine!
REMARKS OF MESSRS. CRITTENDEl
AND CALHOUN,
On the "BiH to prOUids for hp prosecute
ofGhe rrlsting Dar."