The Huntington argus. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1872-1905, 1872-06-01
BINeEN ON THE sHuNE.

oAto6t Wv A1sE hhHNEs
Mrs. Caroline L. Norton's favoritc ballad,
whose psthos has held the hearts of two gener-
ations, needs no introductions
4 soldier Of the Legion lay dying in Algiers;
There was lack Of woman's nursing, there was
dearth Of woman's tears;
But comradc stood beside him, whilo his life
blood ebbed away,
And bent with plying giances to hear what he
might say.
The dying soldier faltered, as he took that
comrades hand,
And no said; l never more shall see my own.
my native land,
Takea message and token 20 some distant
friends Of mine.
Foe was born at Bingef, at Bingen on the
Rhine.
Tell my brothers and companions, when thew
meet and crowd around
To hear my mournful story In tho pleasant
vineyard ground,
That we fought the battle bravely, and when
the day was done
Full many a corse lay CHASTITY pale beneath the
setting sun,
And midst tho dead and diving wero some
grown old in wars,
The death wound on their gallant breasts the
last Of many scars;
But some were young, and suddenly beheld
lifo's morn decline,
And one had come from Bingen fair Bingen
on the Rhine.
Tell my mother that her other sons shall com
fort her old age,
For was aye a truant bird that thought hi.
home n cage;
For my father was soldier, and even as
child
Ny heart lcaped forth to hear him tell NJ
struggles ferco and wild;
And when he died and left us TO divide his
soanty hoard,
1 let them take whate'er they would, but kent
my fathers sword,
Ana with boyish love / hung il where the
bright light used to shine
On the cottage wall at Bngen-calm Bingen
on the Rhine.
Tell my sister not to weep forme, and sob with
dropping head,
when the troops arc marching home again
with glad and gallant tread,
But TO LOOK upon them proudly, with n calm
and stcadfast eye,
For her brother was q soldier too md not
And II comrnde seek her love, ask hor, in
iay name,
r listen to him kindly without regret or
shame;
And hang the old sword in its place, (my ia
=. Tiers sword and minc)
For the honor OF old Bingen, dear Bingon on
the Rhine.
There's anothcr-.not a sister-in the happy
days gone by
You'd have known her by the merriment that
sparklcd in her eye
TOO innocent for eoquetry-too fond for idle
aeorning-
OH friend, fear the highest heart makes
sometimes heaviest mourning
Tell her the last chs Of my life for ere the
moon De risen
Ny body will be out Of pain my soul be out of
PRISON.
/ dreamed stood with her. and saw the vol
low sunlight shine
On the vine-clad hills Of Bingcn-fair Bingen
on the Rhine.
saw the blue Rhine sweep along, heard, or
seemed to hear,
Tho German songs we used to sing in chorus
sweet and clear:
And dewn the pleasant river, and up the slant
ing hill
The echOing chorus sounded through the even
ing calm and still;
And her glad blue eyes wero on me- as we pass
ed, with friendly talk,
Down many a Path beloved Of yore and we'll
remembered walk,
And her little hand lay lightly, confdingly in
mine
But Wen meet no more at Bingen-lovod
Bingen on tho Rhine.
His voice grow faint aud hoarser-his grasp
was childish weak
His eyes put on n dying look. he sighed and
ceased to speak;
His comrade bent to lift him, but the spark Of
life had fed:
The soldier Of the Legion in a foreign land
was dead;
And the soft moon rose mp slowly, and calmly
sho looked down
On the red sands Of the battle field with bloody
oorpses strOwn;
Voc, calmly on that dreadful scene her pale
light seemed to shine,
A. 10 .hsnc on distant Bingcn, fair Bingsn on
the Rhine.