{"id":7116,"date":"2021-05-14T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-05-14T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=7116"},"modified":"2021-05-14T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2021-05-14T05:00:00","slug":"blessed-damozels","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/blessed-damozels\/","title":{"rendered":"Blessed Damozels"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn83045462\/1913-05-14\/ed-1\/seq-24\/\"><em>Evening Star, May 14, 1913<\/em><\/a><em>.<\/em><br><em>By Walt Mason.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Full soon the sweet girl graduates in white attire will rise, and tell, in forty-seven states, where Italy now lies. The beauteous maidens of the land, the bold, aspiring youths, on platforms flower-bedecked will stand and hand us vital truths. Life seems to them an easy thing; a banner\u2019s all they need; a motto in the air to fling, so he who runs may read. A watchword couched in ancient Greek will smooth the road to fame; ah, me, when roses tint the cheek, life seems an easy game! But mark these women old and worn, who, at commencement time, gaze on the festival and mourn\u2014their presence seems a crime! They found this life a harder road than e\u2019er they dreamed it was, with more of whip and spur and goad than of the world\u2019s applause. There is a shadow on each brow, stilled is their buoyant song; their eyes are weak and faded now, for they have wept so long. They\u2019re bent from bearing heavy weights, from toiling day and night; they once were sweet girl graduates, serene in snowy white. \u201cBeyond the Alps,\u201d we heard them say, high purpose in their eyes, upon a bygone happy day, \u201cthe land Italian lies!\u201d Life leads through tangled wilderness, and not through bosky dells, but who\u2019d discourage or distress the Blessed Damozels?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Full soon the sweet girl graduates in white attire will rise, and tell, in forty-seven states, where Italy now lies.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[31,3],"tags":[307],"class_list":["post-7116","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-evening-star","category-newspapers","tag-walt-mason"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7116","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=7116"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7116\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7116"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7116"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7116"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}