Bedford inquirer. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1857-1884, 1858-03-05
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ssxGEN ON THE RHINE.

EsNssEN ON kEkA a. RHINE
!, sal Iiar of the Legion, lly dying at Algiers,
There was q I.ck of womAn's nursing, there was
aeartii Of woniar's tears;
{,t eomra,le stood beside him while his life ls3od
obaed away,
And b.at with ptying glnces to hear what he might
b diving sol lier faltcred as he took that comrades
hand:
Ana Said II never more shall see my own, my
native Etud
Take a message and a token 10 some distant friends
For i was .n. born at Bingen. ssr5@ Bingen on the
Rhiae
PeF ms brothers and companions, when they meet
and "iowd around,
To hear my mourrfu story in the pleasant vintage
gruuuu,
Thai NE tolcht the battle bravely, and when the
fight dene,
Fur many q corse lay CHASTITY pale beneath the set
ting sun,
And midst the dead and dying, We're some grown
old in wits "a
The death wouud on tler gail tht breasts, the last
0t many scars;
E,.t seino wele young, and suddenly bchcld lifos
mogI decline
And on. had come from Bingen, dear Bingen on the
RHINE.
= ch.1nF niotsict tual Het oei'0A "'i' 9 ~
liyr oil age
rhat Was st1ll truaut bird that thought his home
Il c.tI
Formy fstker WIS soldier, AMI even cbild,
Il : heart le,t,ed forth hear him tell of struggles
fierce and Wild;
And when he died, aud LETT US 70 o'Fide his sedh's
hoard,
lei then take whate'cr they wouil, but kept ny
tat;eg's sword,
Aad with doyish love lung it where the bright
light used 10 shine 0n the
On the cott &c wall atBiligeh, fair
TIL ,., i,t,. IT to mourn for me, sob with
Ulr, ,al troops ara mrrching home again with glad
snd gallant Tread, iii
P,l 10 look upoa them proudly with calm end
For he, irugicr was sl7ier too, and did not fear
TO dir
And II a consrade seeks her love, l ask her in my
To listen ia him calmly. without regret or shame
Aud o hang the oli sword in It's pl ice--iny fathers
sword and mine
For the ho"or Of oil Bingrn, dear Bingen on the
khluc'
Thcru's another, not u sister, and in happy days
gone by,
yor:ii have known her by the merriment that spar
kiei in her eye,
TOO innocent or coquctry, too fond for idle scorn-
ing;
m, Friend I fear the lig,test heart makes some
times heaviest mourning
Tell her the last night Of my life (for e'er the moon
be risen,
Nv body viii be out of pain, my scul bo out Of
uriSOn,)
dreamed stood with her, and saw the yellow sun
Eight shine
On the vue-ciad hills of Bingen, sweet Bingcn on
the Rhine!
heard tbs blue Rhine sweep along l heard, or
seemed to hear,
The German song used to sing in chorus sweet
and clear
And down the pleasant river and up the slanting
bill.
fbe echoing chorus sounded thro' the evening calm
and still
And her clad blue eye on me, as we passed in
friendly talk
Down many path beloved of yere, and vel re-
membered walk,
And her little hand lay lightly, confidingy in mine,
But well meet no more at Bingen, dear Bingen on
the Rhine!"
His voice grew faint aud hoarse his grasp was child
ish weak,
His eyes put on dying look, he sighed and ceased
to speak:
His comrade bent to lift him, but the spirit of life
had fled
The soldier OF the Legion in foreign land lay
dead;
And the soft moon rose up slowly, and calmly she
looked down
On the red sands of that battlefield, with bloody
corpses strewn-
Yes calmly on that dreadful scene her pale light
seemed TO shlne
As it sbone on distant Bingen, fair Bingsn on the
Rhine!