American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1851-1863, 1862-12-19
RINGEN On THE RHINE.

A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers,
There Was lack of wofnan's nursing, there was
deatth of woman : tears
Bat comraee stood beside 1m while his life-blood
ebb 4 away,
And bent. with plying gances. to hear what he
The dying soldier falter a. as he took that comrades
hand.
And he said, :. never more shall see my own, my
native land
Take me sage. and token, to distant
friends of mine.
For was born at Bingen-at Bingen on the Rhine.
H.
Tell my brothers and companions, when they
meet and crowd around
To hear my mournful story in the pleasant vine
yard ground,
That we fought the battle bravely. and when the
day was done.
Full many lay CHASTITY pale, beneath the
And midst the dead and dying. were some grown
old wars.
The death wound on their gallant breasts the last
Bat some were young -and suddenly beheld life's
decline
And one had come from Bngen-fair Bingen on
the Rhine
- Tell my mother that her other shall comfort
her old age.
And was aye truant bird, that thought his home
cage:
II
My heart leapd forth to hear him tell of struggles
fierce and wild
And when he died, and left to divide his scanty
hoard
| let them take whate err they would, but kept my
fathers sword,
nd with boyish love hung it where the brigh
light used to shine.
On the cottage-wall at Bngen-calm Bingen oil
the Rhine
: Tell my sister not to weep for me, and sob will
dropping head,
When the troops are marching home again, will
glad and gallant tread =;
But to look upon them proudly, with calm AM
steadfast eye.
For her brother was soldier too and not afraid t.
die
! And if a comrade seek her love, ask her in m.
I To listen to him kindly. without regret or shame
And to hang the old sword in its place (my father
/ For the honor of old Bingen- dear Bingen on TIN
Rhine!
/" There's another-not sister in the happy day
gone by.
! sparkled in her eye
Too innocent for coquetry,-too fond for Id
/ scorning.-
! Oh friend | fear the lghtest heart makes some
times heaviest mourning;
Tell her the last night OF my life or ere the moo
Il be risen
MY bCdy VIII De OUT Oh paiH-Iny soul Dc Out y
pris6n),
dream d stood with her, and saw the yellow sun
light shine
On the vine-clad hills of Bingen-fair Bngen o
tue Rhine
II saw the blue Rhine sweep along-I heard, 0
seem q to hear.
The German songs used to sing, in chorus swee
and clear;
And down the pleasant river, and up the slantin
hill,
The echoing chorus sounded, through the evenin
calm and still;
And her glad blue eyes were passe
with friendly talk
Down many path beloved of yore, and wellrt
member wax.
And her little hand lay lightly, confidingiy in mine
But Wen meet more at Bingen-loved Binge
on the Rhine''
VII.
His voice grew faint and hoarser,-his grasp wa
childish weak
His eyes pnt on a dying look.-he sigh'd an
ceased to speak:
His comrade bent to lift him, but the spark of Ill
had fled
The soldier of the Legion. in foreign land-wa
dead L!
And the soft moon rose up slowly and calmly sh
look d down
On the red sand of the battlefield, with blood
corpses strown;
Yea, calmly on that dreadful scene her pale ligt
seem d To shine,
As it shone ON distant Bingen-fair Bingen on th
Rhine!
MRS. NORTON.