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Caroline E. S. Norton.
ILLUSTRATED BY
W. T. SMEDLEY, FRED. B. SCHELL, ALFRED FREDERICKS, GRANVILLE
PERKINS, % D. WOODWARD, AND EDMUND H. GARRETT.
PHILADELPHIA:
PORTER & COATES.
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COPYRIGHTED,
1883,
By Porter & Coates.
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Drawn and Engraved under the supervision of James W. Lauderbach.
Illustrated Title,
Head-Piece,
Vignette,
A Soldier of the Legion," .
There was lack of woman's nursing," .
Take a message and a token," .
Tell my brothers and companions,"
' That we fought the battle bravely," .
Full many a corpse lay ghastly pale," .
Frederic B. Schell.
Edmund H. Garrett.
Edmund H. Garrett.
William T. Smedley.
Granville Perkins.
Frederic B. Schell.
William T. Smedley.
Alfred Fredericks.
Frederic B. Schell.
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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
" And 'midst the dead and dying,"
" Tell my mother that her other sons,"
" My heart leap'd forth to hear him tell,"
" Tell my sister not to weep,"
" But to look upon them proudly,"
" There's another — not a sister,"
" Tell her the last night of my life,"
" I saw the blue Rhine sweep along,"
'' The German songs we used to sing," .
" And her little hand lay lightly,"
" His voice grew faint and hoarser,"
" And the soft moon rose up slowly,"
" On the red sand of the battle-field,"
Tail-Piece,
ARTIST.
Granville Perkins.
William T. Smedley.
Granville Perkins.
Alfred Fredericks.
Granville Perkins.
William T. Smedley.
J. D. Woodward.
Frederic B. Schell.
Granville Perkins.
William T. Smedley.
William T. Smedley.
Frederic B. Schell.
Granville Perkins.
Granville Perkins.
a SOLDIER of the Legion lay dying
in Algiers ;
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TT7HERE was lack of woman's
* nursing, there was dearth
of woman's tears ;
But a comrade stood beside
him, while his life-blood
ebb'd away,
And bent, with pitying glances,
to hear what he might say.
The dying soldier falter'd as he
took that comrade's hand,
And he said, "I never more
shall see my own, my a
" TT7AKE a message and a token to some
A distant friends of mine,
For I was born at Bingen — at Bingen on
the Rhine.
"TTTELIv my brothers and companions, when
L s they meet and crowd around
To hear my mournful story in the pleasant
vineyard ground,
"YT7HAT we fought the battle bravely, and
"X when the dav was done
FUIyL, many a corpse lay ghastly pale
beneath the setting sun.
aND 'midst the dead and dy-
k ing were some grown old
in wars,
The death -wound on their gallant
breasts, the last of many
scars ;
But some were young, and
suddenly beheld life's
morn decline,
And one had come
from Bingen, fair
Bingen on the
Rhine.
" TT7ELL my mother that her other
A sons shall comfort her old age,
And I was aye a truant bird, that
thought his home a cage,
For my father was a soldier, and even as a child
J
Y heart leap'd
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 whate'er they
would, but kept my father's
sword,
And with boyish love I hung it
where the bright light used
to shine
On the cottage -wall at Bingen —
calm Bingen on the Rhine.
" TT7BlyI< my sister not to weep for me, and
1 sob with drooping head,
When the troops are marching home again
with glad and gallant tread,
T^UT to look upon them proudly,
*-* with a calm and steadfast eye,
For her brother was a soldier too,
and not afraid to die.
And if a comrade seek her love, I ask
her in my name
To listen to him kindly, without
regret or shame,
And to hang the old sword in its
place (my father's sword
and mine),
For the honor of old Bingen —
dear Bingen on the
Rhine.
™ "
"TT7ELL her the last
^r night of my life
(for ere the moon
be risen
My body will be out of
pain — my soul be
out of prison),
I dream'd I stood with
her, and saw the
yellow sunlight
shine
On the vineclad hills of Bingen— fair Bingen
on the Rhine.
rSAW the blue Rhine sweep along — I heard,
or seemed to hear
"TT7HE German songs we
** used to sing, in chorus
sweet and clear,
And down the pleasant river, and
up the slanting hill,
The echoing chorus sounded
through the evening calm
and still;
And her glad blue eyes were
on me as we pass'd with
friendly talk
Down many a path beloved
of yore, and well-remem-
ber'd walk.
11 fJND her little hand lay light-
£sl ly, confidingly in mine;
But we'll meet no more at Bingen
— loved Bingen on the Rhine."
§IS voice grew faint and hoarser — his
grasp was childish weak —
His eyes put on a dying look — he sigh'd
and ceased to speak;
His comrade bent to lift him, but the spark
of life had fled —
The soldier of the Region in a foreign
land was dead !
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ND the soft moon rose up slowly, and
calmly she look'd down
0N the red sand of the battle-field,
with bloody corpses strown ;
Yea, calmly on that dreadful scene her
pale light seem'd to shine,
As it shone on distant Bingen — fair Bin-
gen on the Rhine.
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