The weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1852-1858, 1857-02-07
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MONDAY MORNING, FEB. 2, 1857.
BINGEN.
BY HON. MRS. NORTON.


4 soldier Of the Legion lay dying in Algers,
There was lack Of wonans nursing, there was dearh
But 4 conlraae stood beside him while his life blood eb.
bed away, rristrf sI.lf s. -,..y'
And ben, with plying gances, to hear what he might
The dying soldier faltered, he took the comrades
hand.
And he said, never shall my own, my native
land; tt' ~ .i'
Take message and token TO some distant friend of
mine,
For was born at Bingen-at Bingen on the Rhine
Tell my brother and companions, when they meet and
crowd around, ~li-t.t
To hear my inournfu story, in the pleasant vineyard
ground,
That We fought the battle bravely-and when the day
done.
Fun many corpse lay CHASTITY pale beneath the setting
And amidst the dead and dying some grown old in
The death on their gallant breasts the last of ma
ny scars; -r tf
But some we're young-and suddenly behed life's morn
decline % - .s'.
Aud one had from Bmgen-fair BiDgen on the
Rhine. tnt-7 t.
Tell my mother that her other shall comfort her
. old age --...e.r.. So s.rc-.
And was aye a ruant fsird, and thought his home
For my father a soldier, and even as a child
Ny heart eaped forth to hear him tell of struggles fierce
And when he died and left us TO divide his scanty board
let them take what they would but kept my fathers
And with boyish love hung it where the bright light
used to shine :
On the cottage wall Bingen-calm Bingen on ths.
Rhine. 90. t..-..-....;, ;,.....-. h.. 2 --
Tell my sister not to weep for me, and sob with droop
When the troops are marching home again with glad and
gallant tread,
But to look upon them proudly, with calm and stead
Por her brother soldier too and not afraid to
die. t.-. -.....r - IT,. . =. %. - .. . e.
Aud if conrade seeks her love- ask her in my name
To listen to him kindly, without shame ;g n
AID to hang the Old sword in its place, (my fathers
sword and mine.) -
For the honor of old Bngen-dear Bngen on the Rhine
" THERE'S anOther-nota sster-in the happy days gone
You'd have known her by the merriment that sparkled
in her eye
Too ianocent coauetry-too fond for idle scorning
oh, friend fear the highest heart makes sometimes
heaviest mourning!
NIy DO iy viii be out of painrny soul be out of prson)
drea stood with her, and saw the yellow sunlight
On tn. vine clad hills of Bngen-far Bingen on the
Rhine:
II the blie Rhine sweep alongI heard or seemed
10 hear, 1,r- flla 3gsg ssF
The German songs used to sng in chorus sweet and
And down The pleasant river and up the slantng hill
The echo ng ch rus sounded through the evening calm
And her glad blue eyes on me, as we passed with
friendly talk, I'D Gsct -.It ... e
Down many path beloved of yore, and wel-refnember
walk, ~ 81
And her little hand lay lightly, coniiingly in mine,
But We wcl meet no more at Bingen-at Bingen the
Rhine" ..ast-rfEi4gG .4
His grew faint grasp was childish
weak
His eyes put on dying ook,-he sighed and ceased to
speak; ---.fs .IF
His lie bent lift him. but the spark of life had
del, r.
fhe solier Of the Legion i'm foreign land dead!
And the sofmocn rose slowly and calmly she looked
down
On the rel sand of the battle field with bloody corpses
strOwB; -. -..,
Yea, calmly that dreadful her pale light seem
ed to shine, a.--'l 0- ' '7l..I 80
1t shone on distant Bingen-fair Bingen the Rhine