Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-12-13
"Binsen on the Rhine
Dear Miss Doom:

Dtdr MlAb hOpAs
see in your column that some
one wishes the lines OF "Rinsen on
tho Rhine" ] have tried to bring
the words back to memory and SEND
them to you. MRS. AGNES y.
Thank you, very much Mrs.
Agnes u. II was no small thing TO
do for me. | am sure the reader
will appreciate your prompt re-
eponse, -
A soldier of the legion lay dying IN
Algiers,
and breath of woman'a tears;
Hut a cofnrade stood beside him
while his life blood ebbed away
And bent with pity glances to hear
what he might say.
The dying soldier faltered an he
took his comrades hand.
And said. 81 never more shall see
NV own, my native land,
Take a message and a token to q
distant friend of mine.
l was born at Bingen, at BinRen'
on the Rhine.
TELL my mother her other sons will
comfort her old age.
For I was, aye, q truant bird, that
thought his home cage;
NV father YVES a soldier, too, and,
even as child.
NV heart leaped forth to hear him
tell Of struggles 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 sunlight used to
On the cottage wall at Bingen,
loved Bingen, on the Rhine.
"Tell my sister not to weep for me,
and sob with dropping head,
When the troops are marching
home again with glad and gal
liant tread.
But to look upon them proudly
with calm and steadfast eye
FOR her brother was q, soldier, and
not afraid to die.
And If a comrade seeks her love,
1 ask her in my name
To listen to him kindly without re-
~
And to hang the old sword in its
place. my fathers sword and
mine
For the honor of old Bingen, dear
Bingen, on the Rhine.
"There is another, not q sister, in
the happy days gone by
You have known her by the nerri-
nnent that sparkled in her eye.
Too innocent for coquetry, too fond
for idle scorning,
Oh, friend, I fear the lightest
heart makes sometimes heav-
lest mourning.
Tell her the last night of my life
fore e'er this moon be risen
My body will be out of pain. my
soul be out of prison
dreamed l stood beside her and
saw the yellow sunlight shine
On the vine-clad hills of Bingen,
loved Bingen on the Rhine.
II saw the blue Rhine sweep along;
I heard, or seemed TO hear,
The German songs we used to sing,
In chorus sweet and clear,
And down the pleasant river and up
the slanting hill --es- -------
That echoing chorus through the
evening sounded calm and
Nstill.
Her glad blue eyes were on me- as
we passed with friendly talk
Down many q path beloved OF yore.
a well-remembered walk.
Her little hand lay lightly, confi-
IDENTIFY in mine;
But we will meet no more at Bin
gen, dear Bingen on the Rhine
"E1is voice grew faint and hoarser,
his grasp was childish, weak
His eyes took on the dying look.
He sighed and ceased to speak
His comrade bent to lift him, but
the spark of life had fled
The soldier of the Legion In a
foreign land was dead.
The soft moon rose UP slowly, and
calmly she looked down
On the red sand of the battlefield
with bloody oorpses strewn;
Yet calmly on that dreadful scene.
her pale light seemed to shine
AS II shone on distant Bingen, calm
l3ingen on the Rhine,n