{"id":8276,"date":"2022-06-11T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-06-11T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=8276"},"modified":"2022-06-11T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-06-11T05:00:00","slug":"a-daughter-of-the-south","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/a-daughter-of-the-south\/","title":{"rendered":"A Daughter of the South"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn92053934\/1914-06-11\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\">Rock Island Argus, June 11, 1914<\/a>. By Henry Howland.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>It was early in July, when the fleecy clouds were high,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And the sea was very calm and very blue,<br\/>That I met a maiden fair walking under branches where<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The leaves let little streaks of sunlight through.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>A rosebud on her breast seemed to try to do its best<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To rival the rich beauty of her mouth;<br\/>By the glory of her face and her manner and her grace<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I knew her for a daughter of the South.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>Ah, how beautiful she was! Dressed in cool and clinging gauze,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She might have been an airy fairy queen;<br\/>As I gladly watched the maid coming, tripping through the glade<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I forgot that middle age should be serene.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>I gave my belt a hitch and threw back my shoulders which<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I had suffered to droop somewhat carelessly;<br\/>With a youthful, springy stride I approached her and I tried<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To forget that I was not as young as she.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>It was early in July when she met me with a sigh,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And exclaimed, \u201cPlease take me home, I\u2019ve lost my way;<br\/>You\u2019re a nice old man and so I may trust in you, I know.\u201d<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh, I wish I\u2019d never met her there that day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Rock Island Argus, June 11, 1914. By Henry Howland. It was early in July, when the fleecy clouds were high,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And the sea was very calm and very blue,That I met a maiden fair walking under branches where&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The leaves let little streaks of sunlight through. A rosebud on her breast seemed to try to [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,7],"tags":[161],"class_list":["post-8276","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-rock-island-argus","tag-henry-howland"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8276","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=8276"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8276\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8276"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8276"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8276"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}