{"id":7320,"date":"2021-07-30T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-07-30T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=7320"},"modified":"2021-07-30T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2021-07-30T05:00:00","slug":"a-womans-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/a-womans-love\/","title":{"rendered":"A Woman’s Love"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

From <\/em>The Birmingham Age Herald, July 30, 1913<\/em><\/a>. By John Hay.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

A sentinel angel sitting high in glory
Heard this shrill wail ring out from Purgatory:
\u201cHave mercy, mighty angel, hear my story:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI loved\u2014and, blind with passionate love, I fell;
Love brought me down to death, and death to hell,
For God is just, and death for sin is well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI do not rage against his high decree,
Nor for myself do ask that grace shall be;
But for my love on earth who mourns for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGreat Spirit! Let me see my love again,
And comfort him one hour, and I were fain
To pay a thousand years of fire and pain.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then said the pitying angel, \u201cNay, repent
That wild vow! Look, the dial finger\u2019s bent
Down to the last hour of thy punishment!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But still she wailed, \u201cI pray thee, let me go!
I cannot rise to peace and leave him so.
Oh, let me soothe him in his bitter woe!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The brazen gates ground sullenly ajar,
And upward, joyous, like a rising star,
She rose and vanished in the ether far.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But soon down the dying sunset sailing,
And like a wounded bird her pinions trailing,
She fluttered back, with broken hearted wailing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She sobbed, \u201cI found him by the summer sea
Reclined, his head upon a maiden\u2019s knee\u2014
She curled his hair and kissed him. Woe is me!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She wept, \u201cNow let my punishment begin.
I have been fond and foolish. Let me in
To expiate my sorrow and my sin.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The angel answered, \u201cNay, sad soul, go higher!
To be deceived in your true heart\u2019s desire
Was bitterer than a thousand years of fire.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A sentinel angel sitting high in glory
\nHeard this shrill wail ring out from Purgatory:
\n\u201cHave mercy, mighty angel, hear my story:<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7320","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-birmingham-age-herald"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7320","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=7320"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7320\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7320"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7320"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7320"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}