{"id":8238,"date":"2022-05-28T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-05-28T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=8238"},"modified":"2022-05-28T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-05-28T05:00:00","slug":"changes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/changes\/","title":{"rendered":"Changes"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

From the <\/em>Grand Forks Daily Herald, May 28, 1914<\/em><\/a>. By Owen Meredith.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Whom first we love, you know, we seldom wed.
    Time rules us all. And Life, indeed, is not
The thing we planned it out ere hope was dead,
    And then, we women cannot choose our lot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Much must be borne which it is hard to bear;
    Much given away which it were sweet to keep.
God help us all who need, indeed, His care!
    And yet, I know, the Shepherd loves His sheep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My little boy begins to babble now
\u00a0 \u00a0 Upon my knee his earliest infant prayer.
He has his father\u2019s eager eyes, I know;
\u00a0 \u00a0 And they say, too, his mother\u2019s sunny hair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But when he sleeps and smiles upon my knee,
\u00a0 \u00a0 And I can feel his light breath come and go,
I think of one (Heaven help and pity me!)
\u00a0 \u00a0 Who loved me, and whom I loved, long ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Who might have been . . . ah! What I dare not think!
    We all are changed. God judges for us best.
God help us do our duty, and not shrink,
    And trust in Heaven humbly for the rest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But blame us women not, if some appear
    Too cold at times; and some too gay and light.
Some griefs gnaw deep. Some woes are hard to bear.
    Who knows the past? And who can judge us right?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ah! Were we judged by what we might have been,
    And not by what we are, too apt to fall!
My little child\u2014he sleeps and smiles between
    These thoughts and me. In Heaven we shall know all!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

From the Grand Forks Daily Herald, May 28, 1914. By Owen Meredith. Whom first we love, you know, we seldom wed.    Time rules us all. And Life, indeed, is notThe thing we planned it out ere hope was dead,    And then, we women cannot choose our lot. Much must be borne which it […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[32,3],"tags":[245],"class_list":["post-8238","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-grand-forks-daily-herald","category-newspapers","tag-owen-meredith"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8238","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=8238"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8238\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8238"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8238"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8238"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}