The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1870-08-26
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R1NeRN ON THH REFINE.


A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers;
There was lack of woman's nursing, there was
dearth of woman's tears
But a cor7rade stood beside him, while his life
bloUl eb5ed away,
And bent wi.n pitying glances, to hear what he
might say. r.7gs
The dying soldier ialtered, as he took that COM
rades hand,
And he said: never more shall zee my own, my
native land; H
Take message and token to some distant friends
of mine,
For was born at Bjngen, at Bingen on the Rhine
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 a corse lay ghastly pale, beneath the
setting sun;
And, midst dead and dying, were some grown old
in wars,
The death wound on their gallant breasts che last
of many scars;
morn decline,
And one had come from Bingen, fair Bingen on the
Rhine!
Tell my mother that her other sons shall comfort
her old age,
And was aye a truant bird, that thought his
home cage;
For my father was soldier, and, even as a child,
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fierce and wild,
And when he died and left us to divide his scanty
hoard,
I let them take what e'er they, would-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 Biugen on
the Rhine.
Tell my sister not to weep for mel and sob with
dropping head,
When tie troops are marching home again, with
glad and gallant tread;
But to look upon them proudly with calm and
steadfast eye;
For her brother was soldier, too, and not afraid
to die
And if comrade seeks her love, ask her, in my
name,
To listen to him kindly, without regret or shame;
And hang the old sword in It's place lmy fathers
sword and minel
For the honor of old Bingen, dear Bingen on the
Rhine,
There's auotber-nOt sister-iD The happy days
gone by
You'd have known her by the merriment that
sparkled in her eye.
Too innocent for coquetry-too fond for idle scorn
ing
times heaviest mourningi @
Tell her the last night of my lite for, ere this moor
be risen,
Ny body will be out of pain-my soul be out o
prisonG
I dreamed stood with her. and saw the yellow
sunlight shine
On the vine.clad hills of Bingen-fair Bingon OF
the Rhinel
I saw the blue Rhine sweep along-I heard, o
seemed to hear, aa
The German songs we used to sing, in chorus swee
and clear;
And down the pleasant river, and up the slantinG
hill,
That echoing chorus sounded through the evening
calm and still;
And her glad blue eyes were on me, as we passed
with friendly talk,
Down many path, beloved CT yore, and well re
membered walk; #
And her little hand laid lightly, eonAdingly II
mine, $3.50 a
But Wen meet no mofe at Bingen-lOved Binger
on the Rhine!
His voice grew faint and hoarser-his grasp was
childish weak 300
Bis eyes put on dying IOOk-he sighed, and ceased
to speak
His comrades bent to lift him, but the spark O.
life had hed
The soldier of the Legion in a, foreign land was
dead
And the soft moon rose up slowly, and calmly she
looked down I fr--.
On the red sand of the battlefield with bloody
eorses strowni
Yea, calmly on that dreadful scene, her pale light
seemed to shine,
As it shoue on distant Bingen-fair Bingen on the
Rhinel