Bingen on the Rhine . TT7ELL her the last^r night of my life(for ere the moonbe risenMy body will be out ofpain—my soul beout of prison),I dreamd I stood withher, and saw theyellow sunlightshineOn the vineclad hills of Bingen—fair Bingenon the rSAW the blue Rhine sweep along—I heard,or seemed to hear TT7HE German songs we** used to sing, in chorussweet and clear, And down the pleasant river, andup the slanting hill, The echoing chorus soundedthrough the evening calmand still; And her glad blue eyes wereon me as we passd withfriendly talk Down many a path belovedof yore, and well-remem-

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Bingen on the Rhine . TT7ELL her the last^r night of my life(for ere the moonbe risenMy body will be out ofpain—my soul beout of prison),I dreamd I stood withher, and saw theyellow sunlightshineOn the vineclad hills of Bingen—fair Bingenon the rSAW the blue Rhine sweep along—I heard,or seemed to hear TT7HE German songs we** used to sing, in chorussweet and clear, And down the pleasant river, andup the slanting hill, The echoing chorus soundedthrough the evening calmand still; And her glad blue eyes wereon me as we passd withfriendly talk Down many a path belovedof yore, and well-remem-berd walk.

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