{"id":8299,"date":"2022-06-06T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-06-06T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=8299"},"modified":"2022-06-06T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-06-06T05:00:00","slug":"his-emancipation-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/his-emancipation-2\/","title":{"rendered":"His Emancipation"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <a href=\"\/newspaperpoetry\/\">Rock Island Argus, June 6, 1914<\/a>. By Henry Howland.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ve traveled till I\u2019m sick of traveling;<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I\u2019ve looked at everything there is to see.<br\/>It\u2019s come to pass that nothing seems to bring<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A new sensation or a thrill to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cMy taste is dulled, my thirst, alas, no more<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Brings anxious, eager longings to my soul<br\/>Since all I have to do is turn and pour<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Myself another glassful from the bowl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ve broken sporting records and I\u2019ve played<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At working corners up in stocks and wheat;<br\/>Such things have lost their charms for me; I\u2019ve made<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The whole great round, the circle is complete.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWomen, wine and song\u2014bah! Not for me;<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There\u2019s nothing left to long for any more,<br\/>There\u2019s nothing left to do or taste or see,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The world has not another thrill in store.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>But fate was kind to him who thus complained;<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It came to pass by happy chance, one day<br\/>That, all alone and with his pockets drained,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He on a far-off shore was cast away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>There, where his voice could reach no friendly ear<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And where remittances could not be had,<br\/>Hard masters made him toil from year to year<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And every time he ate his soul was glad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>He longed for things that he could not obtain;<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The prospect of a day or two of rest,<br\/>The chance to save a little extra gain,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sent new thrills trooping gladly through his breast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>He sat him down no more with listless sighs,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But with the hope of winning liberty<br\/>He worked and looked ahead with eager eyes,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Till Death was kind enough to set him free.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Rock Island Argus, June 6, 1914. By Henry Howland. \u201cI\u2019ve traveled till I\u2019m sick of traveling;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I\u2019ve looked at everything there is to see.It\u2019s come to pass that nothing seems to bring&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A new sensation or a thrill to me. \u201cMy taste is dulled, my thirst, alas, no more&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Brings anxious, eager longings to my soulSince [&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-8299","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\/8299","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=8299"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8299\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8299"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8299"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8299"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}