The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1858-08-26
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Bsngen ON the Rhine.

A soldier of the Legion lay dying at Algiers,
There was lack of womans nursing there was deorth
ofWoman's tears;
ebbed away,
And bent with plying glauces to hear what he might
say =. 'E '3 '
Tho dying soldier filtered as he took that comrades
hand, "r
And saa az nsvor more shall sec my own, my native
Take message and tOkon to some distant friends Of
For vas horn at Bingen, sweet Blnsen on the
RhiueI
Toll my brother and companions, when they meet and
crowd around, .a
To hear my mouTnrul story In the pleasant vintage
ground,
That We fought tho battle braveiy and when the ngh
was done,
Full many oorss lay CHASTITY pale beneath the setting
sun.
And 'midst the dead and dying were some grown olt
in wars
The death wound on their gallant breasts the last o
many scars;
But some wore young and suddenly beheld liies
decline,
And one had como from BiDgen, dear BingeA on The
Rhine.
Toll my mother that her other sous shall comfort hel
old age, -s. ....
That was but truant bird that thought his homo
cage
For my father was a soldier, and even as child
My heart leaped forth to hear him tell Of struggled
fierce and wild /: t.'# '.H",. s.
And when he died, and left rs to divide his scant!
hoard, ti-t trt' Il
lot thom tako whasscr they would, hut kept my ia
ther's sword, 'r..
And with boysh lore hung It whore the bright Hgh
used TO shine stt5 ss III .rr.t
On the cottage wall at Bingen, fair BiDgcn on th
Rhine rsil o., e-..c
Tell my sister not to mourn for me, nor sob Wit
dropping head,
When the troops are marching home again with gla
and gallant tread: ''.
But to look upon them proudly with calm and stoad
fast eye, ataHl .@ a
Por her brother soldier too, and did not fear t.
dieI " 90 aa'ar"sf .4 .lrs.
AndR a comrade seeks her love, l ask her in m
name, .y..s..... .l...- ..sa
TO listen 10 him calmly W ithout regret or shame,
And to hang the old sword in lis place--my father
sword and mine - -
For the honor of old Bingcn, dear Bingen on III
Rhine!
There's anotd r-not sister, and in happy day
You'd have known her by the merriment that spar
kcd in her eye.
Too innocent for coquetry, TOO fond for idle scorn
ing;
ok. Frieud fear the lighcst hcar makes som ctme
heaviest m0urnng-
Tel her the last night of my life, Qor cer the
be risen, .'
Ny body Will be 1ut pain ry soul be prison
dreamed stood with her, and saw the yellow sun
dlght sbiae .s .-..aa
On the vine clad hills Of BIZ gen, sweet Bngen th
RhioY ... .rt.i.
saw the blue Rhinc sweep along; heard or seem
cd to hsar, ...
The German song we used to sing in chorus sweet
clear
And down the pleasant rlvot and M the santing hi
The ech6irg chorus sounded through the evening
calm aud still;
And her glad blue eye was me; we passed II
friendly talk .-,s -. -'i m.
Down many path beloved of yore, and we romem
bered walk, 73 sJ ,.f .
And her little han lay lightly, conadingly in mine
But we'll meet no more at Rngen, dear Bngen on th
Rhine!
His voice grow faint and hoarse, bis grasp was child
ish weak,
His eye put ON dying look, no sighed and ceased st
speak; f. s..
His comrade bent to lift him. but the spark Of life ha'
fed
The soldier Of ths Legion In foreign land lay dead
And tho soft moon rose up slowly, and calmly ii look
ed down
On the red sands of that battlefield, with blood!
eorses strewn-
Yes, calmly that dreadful scene her pale Hgh
seemed to shine
As it shone on distant Bngeu, fair Bingen on th'
. Rhinaf