150 LOVE OF COUNTRY AND OF HOME. Where man, creation's tyrant, casts aside His sword, his sceptre, pageantry, and pride; While, in his softened looks, benignly bend The sire, the son, the husband, father, friend. Here woman reigns; the mother, daughter, wife, Strews with fresh flowers, the narrow way of life; In the clear heaven of her delightful eye, Art thou a man? a patriot? look around; roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy J. Montgomery. home. BINGEN ON THE RHINE. X 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, as he took his comrade's hand, And he said, "I never more 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. 152 BINGEN ON THE RHINE. "Tell my brothers and companions, when they meet and crowd around To hear my mournful story, in the pleasant vintage 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 the dead and dying, 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! "Tell my mother that her other 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 My 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 father's sword, BINGEN ON THE RHINE. 153 ང པ And with boyish pride I hung it where the bright light used to shine, On the cottage-wall at Bingen on the Rhine. - calm Bingen "Tell my sister not to weep for me, and sob with drooping head, When the troops are marching home again, with glad and gallant tread; But 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! "There's another-not a sister; in the happy days gone by You'd have known her by the merriment that sparkled in her eye; Too innocent for coquetry, -to fond for idle scorning, O, friend, I fear the lightest heart sometimes makes heaviest mourning ; 154 BINGEN ON THE RHINE. ངག་ཡིགས Tell her the last night of my life (for ere the moon be risen, My body will be out of pain, my soul be out of prison), I dreamed I stood with her, and saw the yellow sunlight shine On the vine-clad hills of Bingen on the Rhine! -fair Bingen "I 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, The 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 a path beloved of yore, and wellremembered walk, And her little hand lay lightly, confidingly in mine; But we'll meet no more at Bingen — loved Bingen on the Rhine!" His voice grew faint and hoarser, his was childish weak, grasp His eyes put on a dying look-he sighed, and ceased to speak ; |