{"id":7860,"date":"2022-01-06T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-01-06T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=7860"},"modified":"2022-01-06T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-01-06T06:00:00","slug":"opportunity","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/opportunity\/","title":{"rendered":"Opportunity"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn99021999\/1914-01-06\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\"><em>Omaha Daily Bee, January 6, 1914<\/em><\/a><em>. By Walter Malone.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>They do me wrong who say I come no more<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; When once I knock and fail to find you in;<br>For every day I stand outside your door,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And bid you wake, and rise to fight and win.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Wail not for precious chances passed away,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Weep not for golden ages on the wane;<br>Each night I burn the records of the day;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; At sunrise every soul is born again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb;<br>My judgements seal the dead past with its dead,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; But never blind a moment yet to come.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Tho\u2019 deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; I lend my arm to all who say \u201cI can!\u201d<br>No shame-faced outcast ever sank so deep<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; But yet might rise and be again a man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Dost thou behold thy lost youth all aghast?<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Dost reel from righteous retribution\u2019s blow?<br>Then turn from blotted archives of the past<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And find the future pages white as snow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Art thou a mourner? Rouse thee from thy spell;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Art thou a sinner? Sins may be forgiven;<br>Each morning gives thee wings to flee from hell;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Each night a start to guide thy feet to heaven.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Omaha Daily Bee, January 6, 1914. By Walter Malone. They do me wrong who say I come no more&nbsp; &nbsp; When once I knock and fail to find you in;For every day I stand outside your door,&nbsp; &nbsp; And bid you wake, and rise to fight and win. Wail not for precious chances [&hellip;]<\/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-7860","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\/7860","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=7860"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7860\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7860"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7860"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7860"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}