The Burlington weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington [Iowa]) 1860-1876, 1861-11-09
DlNaKn ON THE nnINe.
A scldier oftthe Legion
Lay dying At Algiera;

01NoRN ON THE RHINR.
Z "A scldier of'the Legion sss.g.
Icy diving at Algiers:
There was lsck Of wosnan's nursing.
There was dcafth Of wosnan's tear.
But a comrsde stood beside him,
While his liie-blood ebbed away,
And bent With plying glances,
To hear what be might say; q
The DIVING soldier faltered, ~
As be took hia comrades hand,
And be said, Il never more shall ses
Ny own my native land; s
Take message, and token
TO some distant friends Of mine, =.
For was born ct Bingen, .,it;t
az At Bingen on the Rhine.
Tell my brothers and companions, =
When they meet and crowd around
To hear my mournful story,
10 the pleasant vineyard ground,
That we fought the battle bravely-
Ard when the day was gone, =
Full many q corpse lay easily pale
Beneath the setting sun;
And 'iridst the dead and dying,
Were some grown old 10 wars-
The death wounds on their gallant breasts,
The last Of many scsrs; q & + :
But some were young and suddenly
Beheld life's morn decline,
And one had come from Bingen-
From Bingen on the Rhine.
/ Tell my mother that her other sons
Shall comfort her old age .sS /,
For was like truant bird,
That thought his home q cage; go :
For my father was soldier, s &
And even when child, US " Is
Ny heart leaped to hear him tell = y
Of struggles fierce and wild;
And when he died and left us
To divide his scanty hoard, w.
let them take whater they would
But kept my fathers sword;
And with boyish love hungit
Where the bright light used to shine,
On the cottage wall at Bingen-
Calm Bingen on the Rhine.
Tell my sister not to weep for me,
And sob with dropping head,
When the troops are marching home again
With glad and gallant tread cla. &
But look upon them proudly, "a aajasf
With calm and steadfast eye,
Fur her brother was soldier, too,
And not afraid to de- laa
And ifa comrade seek her love, n
ig Task her inmy name so G. 'ess7a7
To listen to'him kindly, 10 nou3h gza
Without regret or shame st
And to hang the old sword in its place,
Ny fathers sword and mine, Is ssits Z
For the honor Of old Bingen-sfi l.az ~.
Dear Bingen on the Rhine. bsluST 60
There's another not a sister
In the happy days gone by,
You'd have known her by the merriment
That sparkled 10 her eye 80
TOGO innocent for coquetry- ses...
Too fond for idle scorning-
Oh, friends, think the highest heart
Makes, sometimes, heaviest mourning;
Tell her the last night Of my life
For ere this moon be risen,
Ny body will be out of pain,
Ny soul be out of prison)
l dreamed I stood with HER, and saw
The yellow sunlight shine
On the vine clad hills of Bingen-
Fair Bingen on the Rhine.
l saw the blue Rhine sweep along
1hesrd or seemed to hear,
The German songs we used sing,
In chorus sweet and clear
And down the pleasant river,
And up the s'anting hill,
The echoing horns sounded,
Through the evening calm and still
And her blue eyes we're on me,
Az we passed with friendly talk,
Down many path beloved Of yore,
And we'll remembered walk
And her little hand lay lightly,
Contidingly on mine,
But we'll meet 10 more in Bingen-
Loved Bingen on the Rhiae.
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 to list to him,
Rut the spark of life had fed;
The soldier of the Legion
In a foreign land was dead!
And the soft moon rose mp slowly,
And calmly she locked pown
On the red sand of the baattle field
With bloody corses strewn-
Yes, calmly on the dreadful scene,
Her pale light seemed to shine,
As it shone on distant Bingen,
Fair Bingen on the Rhine.