Successful Recitations eBook

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“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 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!

“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 honour 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; too fond for idle scorning;—­ Oh, friend!  I fear the lightest heart makes sometimes heaviest
Tell her, the last night of my life—­(for, ere this 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—­fair Bingen on the Rhine!

“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,
That 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 belov’d of yore, and well-remembered 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 grasp was childish weak,—­
His eyes put on a 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! 
And the soft moon rose up slowly, and calmly she looked down
On the red sand of the battle-field, with bloody corpses strown;
Yea, calmly on that dreadful scene her pale light seemed to shine,
As it shone on distant Bingen—­fair Bingen on the Rhine!



The Captain stood on the carronade—­first lieutenant, says he,
Send all my merry men aft here, for they must list to me;
I haven’t the gift of the gab, my sons—­because I’m bred to the sea;
That ship there is a Frenchman, who means to fight with we.

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