{"id":463,"date":"2020-09-12T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2020-09-12T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poetry.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=463"},"modified":"2020-09-12T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2020-09-12T05:00:00","slug":"creeping-up-the-stairs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/creeping-up-the-stairs\/","title":{"rendered":"Creeping Up the Stairs"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><em>From the <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn99021999\/1912-09-12\/ed-1\/seq-6\/\">Omaha Daily Bee, September 12, 1912<\/a>.\nAuthor Unknown.<\/em>\n \n\n In the softly fading twilight\n \u00a0 Of a weary, weary day,\n With a quiet step I entered\n \u00a0 Where the children were at play;\n I was brooding over some trouble\n \u00a0 Which had met me unawares,\n When a little voice came ringing:\n \u00a0 \u201cMe is creeping up the stairs.\u201d\n \n Ah, it touched the tenderest heart-strings\n \u00a0 With a breath and force divine,\n And such melodies awakened\n \u00a0 As no wording can define.\n And I turned to see our darling,\n \u00a0 All forgetful of my cares,\n When I saw the little creature\n \u00a0 Slowly creeping up the stairs.\n \n Step by step she bravely clambered\n \u00a0 On her little hands and knees,\n Keeping up a constant chattering,\n \u00a0 Like a magpie in the trees,\n Till at last she reached the topmost\n \u00a0 When over all her world\u2019s affairs\n She delightfully stood a victor\n \u00a0 After creeping up the stairs.\n \n Fainting heart, behold an image\n \u00a0 Of man\u2019s brief and struggling life,\n Whose best prizes must be captured\n \u00a0 With a noble, earnest strife;\n Onward, upward reaching ever,\n \u00a0 Bending to the weight of cares,\n Hoping, fearing, still expecting,\n \u00a0 We go creeping up the stairs.\n \n On their steps may be no carpet,\n \u00a0 By their side may be no rail;\n Hands and knees may often pain us,\n \u00a0 And the heart may almost fail;\n Still above there is the glory,\n \u00a0 Which no sinfulness impairs,\n With its joy and rest forever,\n \u00a0 After creeping up the stairs.<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p> In the softly fading twilight<br \/>\n   Of a weary, weary day,<br \/>\n With a quiet step I entered<br \/>\n   Where the children were at play;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-463","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-omaha-daily-bee"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/463","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=463"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/463\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=463"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=463"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=463"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}