The Tiffin tribune. [volume] (Tiffin, Ohio) 1848-1859, 1857-07-03
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BmEen on the Rhine.
" Mns. MORTON.

Nv ANS. MORTON.
A soldier Of the Legion
Lay dying at Aigiers;
There was lack Of woman's nutsing,
There was dearth Of woman's tearsi
But q comrade stood beside him,
While his life blood ebbed away,
And bont with pityins glances,
To hear what no might say,
The diving soldierfaliered,
As he took that comrades hand,
And he said, u never more shall see
My own, my native landi
Take message and token
To some distant friends Of mine,
For was born at Bingen-
Al Biugen on the Rhine.
Tell my brothers and companions,
When they meet and crowd around,
Tohoar my mournlul story,
In the pleasant vineyard ground,
That wo fought the battle bravely-
And that when the dag was done,
Full many corse lay ghastly pale
Beneath the setting sun;
And midst the dead and dying,
Were some grown old in ware
The death wounds on their gallant breasts,
The last Of many scars;
But some were young, and suddenly
Boheld life's morndeoline,
And one had come from Bingen-
From Bingen on the Rhinel
Tell my mother that her other sons
Shall comfort her oldago,
For / was still n truant blvd
That thought his home a cagej
For my father was soldier,
And even when child,
My heart leaped forth 10 hear him tell
Of struggles fierce and Wild;
And when he died, and left US
10 divide his scanty board,
let them take what e'er they would
But kept my fathers swordi
And with bOyish love hung II
VIII re the bright light used TO shine,
On the cottage wall at Bingen-
Calm Bingen on the Rhine.
Tell my sister not to weep for mo,
And sob, with dropping head,
When the troope come marching homo again
with glad and gallant tread
But to look upon them proudly,
With calm and steadfast eye,
For her brother was a soldier, too,
And not afraid TO diei
And if a comrade seek her love,
| ask her in my name
To listen TO him kindly,
Without regret or shamei
And TO hang the old sword inits place,
Ny fathers sword and mine,
For the honor of old Bingen--
Dear Bngen on the Rhine.
There's another-not a sister
10 happy days gone by,
You'd have known her by the merriment
That sparkled in her eye;
Too innocent for coquetry-
Too fond for idle scorning;
Oh, friends, / fear the lightest heart
Makes, sometimes, heaviest mourning
Tell her the last night of my life
(For ere this moon be risen,
My body will be out of pain,
My soul be out of phson,)
dreamed stood with her and saw
The yellow sunlight shine
On the vine.olad hills of Bingen-
Fair Bingen on the Rhine.
lslw the blue Rhine sweep along
] heard, or seemed 10 hear,
The German songs we used TO sing,
In chorus sweet and clear;
And down the pleasant river,
And up the slanting hill,
The echoing chorus sounded,
through the evening calm and still;
And her glad blue eyes were on me,
As we passed with friendly talk,
Down many path beloved of yore,
And well-remembered walk;
And her little hand lay lightly,
Confdingly in nine
But We'll meet no more at Bingen--
Loved Bingen on the Rhinep
His voice grew faint and hoarse-
His grasp was childish weak
His eyes put on dying look
He sighed and ceased to speak.
His comrade bent 10 III him,
But the spark of life had fed;
The soldier Of the Legion
In a foreign land was dead!
And the soft moon rose up slowly,
And calmly she looked down
On the red sand Of the battlefield
With bloody corpses strown;
Yes, calmly on that dreadful scene,
Her pale light seemed 10 shine,
As II shOne on distant Bingen--
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