{"id":7966,"date":"2022-02-22T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-02-22T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=7966"},"modified":"2022-02-22T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-02-22T06:00:00","slug":"beyond","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/beyond\/","title":{"rendered":"Beyond"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From <\/em><a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn85038615\/1914-02-22\/ed-1\/seq-52\/\"><em>The Times Dispatch, February 22, 1914<\/em><\/a><em>. By Amanda B. Cordes.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Beyond the doubts, the anguish and the fears,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; The wasted strength, the fever and distress,<br>Faith comes to me to bid me dry my tears,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And point my gaze to where the weary rest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>To where the shadows never more shall fall,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Nor coming storms blot out the smiling sun,<br>Where those who rise each day to bend and toil<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Will find, at last, their tasks forever done.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Beneath the love-kissed skies Peace softly bends,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; With hands outstretched to smile my grief away,<br>And through the lonely night her balm she sends<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; To lift my fainting heart until the day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cA little while,\u201d faith whispers in my ears,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; \u201cThe way is not so very, very long.<br>A few more crosses and a few more tears,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And then the crown and everlasting song.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I turn to clasp Faith\u2019s hand once more in mine,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And lo, the path shows clearly through the night,<br>Touched by the glory of the distant clime<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; That waits me just beyond my raptured sight.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From The Times Dispatch, February 22, 1914. By Amanda B. Cordes. Beyond the doubts, the anguish and the fears,&nbsp; &nbsp; The wasted strength, the fever and distress,Faith comes to me to bid me dry my tears,&nbsp; &nbsp; And point my gaze to where the weary rest. To where the shadows never more shall fall,&nbsp; &nbsp; [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,20],"tags":[50],"class_list":["post-7966","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-times-dispatch","tag-amanda-b-cordes"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7966","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=7966"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7966\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7966"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7966"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7966"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}