The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1853-07-07
RINGEN ON THE RHINE.
BY MRS. MORTON.


"a soldier or the legion lay dying in Algiers,
There sas laoi< of ,vonaan's nursing, there was
lack of woman's tears,
But comrade stood beside him, while his life
blood ebbed away,
And beat With plying glances, TO hear what he
might say.
The dying soldier faitered as he took that Gem
rade's hand,
and he said, 'I never more shall see my own
my native land;
Take message and token, 10 some distant
friends of mine,
For was bora at Bingen,-at Bingen on the
Ehine.
Tel my brothers and companions, when they
meet and crowd around,
To hear my mournful story, N the pleasant
vineyard ground,
That we fought the battle bravely, and when the
day was done,
Full. many q corse lay ghasty pale, beneath the
setting sum-
and 'nidstthe dead and dying were some grown
Old n vars
The death wound in their gallant hearts, the
last Of many scars;
Brtsome we're young, and suddenly behe!d iife's
morn decline,
And enc had come from Bingen,-fsiT Bingsn
on the Rhine.
''Teli ny mother that her other sors shall comfort
her old age,
and was aye, truant bird, tha. thought my
home cage:
For my father Was soldier, and even as child
My heart leaped forth to hear him tell &C strug-
ges fierce and wild
And when ne died, and left 70 divide his scan
ty hoard,
let them take Hhate'er they woald-but kept
my fathers sword;
Ard with boyiSh love ! hung it where the bright
light used to shine,
On the cottage wall at BuEen-calra Binpen on
the Rhine.
''Tell my sister not to weep for me, and cob with
dropping head,
When the troops are marching home again, with
glad and gallant tread,
But to lock upon them proudly, with o C;Tim and
steadfest eye,
For her brother soldier, too, and not afraid
to de
And if a conlra3e seek der love, ask her in my
tt listen 70 hin k;ndly-w:tho regret or shame
And TO hang the old sword il. KS place, (my IA
ther's sword and mne,)
For the honor OF eld Bingen,-desr Bingen on
the Rhine.
There's another, not g sistsr-;a the happy days
gone oy,
You'd have known her by the merriment that
sparkled in her eye,
Too innocent for coquetry, too proud for Idle
e-~.L-ag,
Ca. ti1ead L fear the l;ghtest heart makes some
iines heaviest mourning.
Tel her TIE last night of my hfe-(for ere this
morn be risen
hIy body viii De Out Of pain,-my soul be out
of prisoD,)
L arear1ed stood with her, and saw the yellow
sunlight shine,
On the vine clad hills of Bingen,-fair Bingen
on the Rhine
.'I saw tie blue Rhine sweep along-I heard or
seemed to hear,
The German songs we used 70 sing, IN chorus
sweet and clear;
and down the pleasant river, and up the slant
irr hill.
The echong chorus sounded through the even
i0g eaim and still;
and her glad blue eyes were on me, as we pass
ed With friendly talk
Down raany path beloved of yore and we'll re-
mem ed walk,
A2d her Title hand lay lightly, confdingly in
mine,
But we will meet no more at Bingen,-io-ed
Bingen on the Rhine"
His voice grew faint and hoarse--h;s grasp was
childish weak,
His eyes put on dying look, be sighed and
ceased to speak;
Ills comrade bent to lift him, but the spark of
life had fed,
The Soldier of the Legion in foreign land was
deadi
And the soft moon rose up slowly, and calmly
On the red sand of the battlefield, with bloody
corpses strown,
Yea, calmly on that dreadful scene her pale
light seemed to shine,
As K saoae On distant BipgeD, fair Bingen on
the Rhine