Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 186?-1872, 1870-10-01
pINeEN ON THE RHINE.
ny MRS. CAROLINE T.. sonroS.:

N hho. tahobANb ~. NVhAcS".a
Here IL one of the sweetest md most
pathetic of modern poems, and, although
II may not have novelty to recommend 1t,
can never he read without melancholy in
tercst and mcditation.-ED. LEDGER.l
a soldier of the Legion lay dying In Al
giers;
There was lack OF woman's nursing, there
was dearth of woman's Tears; 70
But n comrade stood beside him while his
life-blood ebbed away,
And bent with plying glances to hear
The dying soldier faItered as he took that
comrale's hand, sT .-vsessEK
And he said ~ never more shall see my
own, my native land;
Take message and token to some dis
tunt friends OF mine, $40 49,
For was born ut Bingen-at Bingen on
the Rhine.
"Tell my brothers and companions when
they meet and crowd around,
To hear my mournful story in the pleasant
That we fought the battle bravely, and
when the day was done -.ra
Full many q corpse lay CHASTITY pale be-
meath the setting SUM
And, midst dend and dying were some
grown old in wars,
The death-wound on their gallant breasts
the last of many scars;
But Io%s SsS ls MsTe soanS SesSe and suddenly be-
And one had come from Bingcn-fnir Bin
gen on the Rhine!
"Tel my mother that her other son shall
comfort her old age,
AS was aye a truant bird, that though,
his home a cage;
For my father was d soldier, and, even as q
My heart Ieaped to hear him tell of strug.
giles fierce and wild;
And when he died and left us to divide hli
scanty hoard,
let them take whate'er they could--but
kept my fathers sword,
And with boyish love hung it where the
bright light used TO shine,
On the cottage wall at Bingen-calm Bin
gen on the Rhine.
TELL my sister not to weep for me, ant
sob with dropping head,
When the troops are marching home agaif
with glad and gallant tread; ~
But TO look upon them proudly, with calm
and steadfnst eye,
For her err brotherwas soldier, too, and no
And II a comrade seeks her love, ask her
in my name,
To listen to him kindly, without regret o.
shame;
And hang the old sword in its place I'm,
fathers sword and mine,)
For the honorO of old Bingen-dear Bingei
| Oh tne ltD1ncl
"There's sanother-nota a sister-in the hap
py days gone by:
You'd have known her by the merrimen
that sparkled In her eye,
TOO innocent for coquetry-too fond TO
| idle scOrning-
Oh! friend, l fear the lightest heart make
sometimes heaviest mourning.
Tell her the last night of my life (for, err
| this moon be risen,
My body win be out OF paln--my soul b.
out OF prison
dreamed stood with Ger, and saw tn,
yellow sunlight shine
On the vine. clad hills of Bingen-fair Bin
gen on the Rhine.
81 heard the blue Rhine sweep along
heard, or seemed TO hear,
The German songs we used to sing, II
chorus sweet and clear; '
And down the pleasant river, and up tn
The echoing chorus sounded through tn
/ evening calm and still;
And her glad blue eyes were on me, us W
passed with friendly talk,
Down many a path beloved OF yore, an
| well-remcmbered walk;
And her little hand laid lightly, confiding
ly In mine;
But wen meet no more at Bingen-love
Wngen on the Rhinel"
His voice grew faint and hoarse--his gras
was childish weak
His eyes put on dying loOk-he sighe
aud ceased to speak
His comrades bent to lift him, but the spar
of life had fled,
The soldier OF the Legion, In foreign Ian,
was dead
And the soft moon rose up slowly, an
calmly she looked down
On theired sand of the battlefield wit
bloody corpses strewn:
Yea, calmly ON that dreadful scene her pa
light seemed TO shine,
AS IL shone on distant Bingen-fair Bingc
on the Rhine!