Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1862-05-01
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ny THR HON. MRS, MORTON

A soldier Of the Legion lay dying ia Algiers,
There was lack OF womans nnrsing, there dearth
OF woman's ttars
But comrade stood beside him, as his life blood
eboed away,
And bent with plying gances to hear what he
might say; .....
The dying soldier faltered he COX that comrades
a..# hand,
He said, never more shall see, my own, my ma tive
Take message, and token, 10 some distant irieud
of mine, ivy H
For was born at Bingtn, at Bingeu ON the Rhine.
Tell my brother, and companions as they meet end
crowd aroInd,
To hear my mourntul story, in the sasant vintage
That we foug ght the battle bravey ana ere the day
was doue,
Full many corpse lay shastly pale beneath the set
And midst the dead and yng, some grown
The death wounds on their gallant breasts the last of
But some young, and suddenly behed lifes morn
decline,
And one had come fl ON Bingen fair Bingen on the
Rhine. .
Tell my mother that her other must comfort her
Cd age,
For was stu a truant-bird who thought his home
acase;
For myf ather was a soldier and even as child
Ny heart leaped forth TO hear him tell ofstruggles
fierce, and wild,
And when he died, and le t us to divide his canty
hoard, '
/ let them take whatere they would, but kept my
fathers sword;
And with boysh love hung it where the bright light
used to -hine-
On tbe cottage wall OF Bingen dear Biugen the
Rhine,
Tell my shter not to weep for me, and sob with
dropping head ts
When the troops are arehipg home again " it'll
glad, aud gallant tread;
Bat to look upon them proudly with calm, and stead
fast eye,
For her brother was soldi' too and not afraid to
die;
And if a comrade seek her love, l ask her in my
name ...-
To look upon him kindly, without regret or shame;
And to hangthe. old sword IN its place. my fathers
For the houoref Old Bingen-loved Bingen on the
Rhine.
There's another, sister, in the happy days gone
You'd have known her by the merriment that spark
led in her eye,
Too innocent for coquetr too foud for idle scorn-
ing:
Oh friend tear the lightest heart makes sometimes
heaviest mourning;
Tell her the last night OF my liie for ere the morn
be risen,
My body willue out of pain, my soul be out of
Ithoaght stood by her, and saw the yellow sun
light shine sa. ....
On the Yine-c ad hills of Bingen-sweet Bingen on
saw the blue Rhine sweep along, heard-or seem.
ed to hear,
The German songs we used to sing, in chorus sweet
and clear
And down the winding river, and up the pleasant
hill,
The echoing chorus sounded through the evening
calm and still;
Her glad blue eyes were me, we passed in
pleasant talk, sss..-
Down many pat. beloved of yore, and well re-
membered walk; &%
Her little hand lay lightly eonhdingly in mine,
But We'll meetn 0 more at Bingen, calm Bingen on
the Rhine. ..~
The dying, soldier ialtered, his grasp grew childish
weak,
His eyes put on dying look, hs sighed ana ceased
to speak,
His coprade stopped to lift him, but the spark o
life had fed; ~
And the soldier of the Legion in foreign land wa
dead; t. ..,. .-......-..- ....
The soft moon rose up slowly and calmly she looked
down, -z.
On the red sands of the battle field, with blood!
corpses streWn,
| Aye, calmly oer that dreadful her pale ligh
seemed to shine, ~. .az.s@s a#..-.
AS once at distant Bngen-fair Bengin on the Rhine