Bingen on the Rhine . §IS voice grew faint and hoarser—hisgrasp was childish weak—His eyes put on a dying look—he sighd and ceased to speak;His comrade bent to lift him, but the spark of life had fled—The soldier of the Region in a foreignland was dead ! ^?1. iA ND the soft moon rose up slowly, andcalmly she lookd down 0N the red sand of the battle-field,with bloody corpses strown;Yea, calmly on that dreadful scene her pale light seemd to shine,As it shone on distant Bingen—fair Bin-gen on the Rhine.

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