The Fairfield herald. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1849-1876, 1868-02-19
Selected Poetry.
"BITGEN ON THE RHINE"
a soldier Of tho Legion lay 6yinr In Al.
By MRS. NORTON.

soldier Of tho Legion lay dying in Al.
gicrs:
There was lack of womcn's nursing, there
was lack Of fwomcn's tears:
But a comrade stood beside him, whilo his
life blood cbbcd away.
And bent with plying glances, to hear
what he might say
Tho dying soldier faltercd, as he took his
comrades hand,
And ho said 1 never moro shall sea nv own
my native land
Take message aud II token to some dis.
tant friends Of mine,
For | was born ut Dingon, ct Bingcn O, he
Rhine.
Toll my brothers anI companions, when
they meet and crowd around,
10 hear my mournful story, in the pleasant
vineyard ground,
That We fought the battle bravciy. and when
the day was dono,
Full many corpse lay ghastly palo, be-
meath the setting sun
And midst the dead and dying, were some
grown old in wars,
The death wounds on their gallant breasts
the last Of many scars;
And somo were young, and suddenly behcld
lites noon decline,
And one hnd como from Bingcn, from Bin
gen Oh INC RlIlnO.
Tell my mother that her sons shall comfort
her old age
And was still a truant bird, that thought
hIs home to cage;
For my father was II soldier, and even rs u
child,
Ny heart lcapcd forth to hear him tell of
struggles herco aud wild
And when he died and left us to divide his
scanty hoard,
let them take whaio'cr they would, but
Kept my fathers sword,
And with boyish love hung IL where The
bright light used to shine,
On tho cottage wall at Bingrn, calm Biprcn
OH Tho Rhine
Tell my sister not TO weep for inc, and sol
with dropping head,
When tho troops nrc marching home apoi,
with gay md gallant trend;
But TO look upon them proudly, with cain
and stendfast eye,
For her brother was soldier too. and no
afraid TO die;
And If q c1mrado needs hcr love, ask he,
IN my maine;
To listen - him kindly without regret O
shame;
And to hang the Old sword in its place, my
inihors sword and mino.)
For the honor o. Bngcn, dear in zen o.,
the Rhine.
There's ano'hcr--not sister in the happ,
days gone by,
You'd have known her by the mcrrimcn
that sparkled in her eye,
Too innocent for coquc,y, too fond for i'll,
scorning.
o friend fear the lightcst heart make
sometimes heaviest mourning,
Tell her the last night Of my life lfor, cr,
the sun DO risen,
Ny body will be on, Of pain, my soul bu OF,
Of PRISON.
l dreamed stood with her, and saw the
yellow sunlight shine
On the vino clad hills Of Bineen, fair Bin
gen Oh The Rhine.
saw the blue Rhine sweep along; heard
or seemed TO hear,
The German songs wc used TO sing, ia cho
rus sweet and clear,
Aud down tho pleasant river, and up IN,
pleasant hill,
The echoing chorus sounded throurh the
evening calm and still
And her glad blue eyes were on me. as VIC
passed friendly nlk,
Down mnny path beloved and ysre, and
well-remcnbcrcd walk,
Ana her iitllc hand lay lightly, confidently
in mine
But woll meet no more at Bingcn, lovct
Bingen on the Rhine
Ills voice grew faint and hoarsc, his gras,
was childish weak,
His eyes put on II dying look, hc sighed an,
ceased to speak
His comrade bent to lif him, but the spark
of ito Ind fed
The soldier OF the Legion in foreign land
was dead
An" ,ho soii moon rose up slowly, nnt
calmly she looked down,
On the red sand Of the baltl field viii
bloody corpses strown;
ica, calmly on that dreadful scene her pal,
light seemed TO shine,
AZ il did in distant Bingcn, fair Einsen OF
the Rhino.