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186 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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CAROLINE NORTON
Lady Stirling Maxwell (1807-I877)
BINGEN ON THE RHINE
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SOLDIER of the Legion lay dying in Algiers, There was lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears; But a comrade stood beside him, while his life-blood
ebbed away, And bent, with pitying glances, to hear what he might
say. The dying soldier faltered, and he took that comrade's
hand, And he said, u I nevermore shall see my own, my
native land; Take a message, and a token, to some distant friends
of mine, For I was born at 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 vineyard
ground, That we fought the battle bravely, and when the day
was done, Full many a corse lay ghastly pale beneath the setting
sun; |
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