{"id":8032,"date":"2022-03-22T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-03-22T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=8032"},"modified":"2022-03-22T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-03-22T05:00:00","slug":"the-two-mysteries","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/the-two-mysteries\/","title":{"rendered":"The Two Mysteries"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

From <\/em>The Birmingham Age Herald, March 22, 1914<\/em><\/a>. By Mary Mapes Dodge.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

We know not what it is, dear, this sleep so deep and still;
The folded hands, the awful calm, the cheek so pale and chill;
The lids that will not lift again, though we may call and call;
The strange white solitude of peace that settles over all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We know not what it means, dear, this desolate heart-pain;
This dread to take our daily way, and walk in it again;
We know not to what other sphere the loved who leave us go,
Nor why we\u2019re left to wonder still, nor why we do not know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But this we know: Our loved and dead, if they should come this day\u2014
Should come and ask us, \u201cWhat is life?\u201d\u2014not one of us could say.
Life is a mystery as deep as ever death can be;
Yet oh, how dear it is to us, this life we live and see!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then might they say\u2014these vanished ones\u2014and blessed is the thought,
\u201cSo death is sweet to us, beloved! Though we may show you naught;
We may not to the quick reveal the mystery of death\u2014
Ye cannot tell us, if ye would, the mystery of breath.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The child who enters life comes not with knowledge or intent,
So those who enter death must go as little children sent.
Nothing is known. But I believe that God is overhead;
And as life is to the living, so death is to the dead.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

From The Birmingham Age Herald, March 22, 1914. By Mary Mapes Dodge. We know not what it is, dear, this sleep so deep and still;The folded hands, the awful calm, the cheek so pale and chill;The lids that will not lift again, though we may call and call;The strange white solitude of peace that settles […]<\/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":[231],"class_list":["post-8032","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-birmingham-age-herald","tag-mary-mapes-dodge"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8032","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=8032"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8032\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8032"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8032"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8032"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}