{"id":8399,"date":"2022-08-05T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-08-05T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=8399"},"modified":"2022-08-05T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-08-05T05:00:00","slug":"the-bitter-and-the-sweet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/the-bitter-and-the-sweet\/","title":{"rendered":"The Bitter and the Sweet"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn92053934\/1914-08-05\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\">Rock Island Argus, August 5, 1914<\/a>. By Henry Howland.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>The skies cannot always be clear, my dear;<br\/>The merriest eye may still have its tear;<br\/>The sorrow that lurks in your bosom today,<br\/>Like the clouds, when you\u2019ve wept, will go floating away,<br\/>And the skies will be blue that are sullen and gray,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;My dear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>If it\u2019s going to rain, my dear, it will rain;<br\/>The day will not brighten because you complain;<br\/>There are sorrows that every good woman must bear,<br\/>There are griefs of which every good man has a share;<br\/>It is only the fool who has never a care,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;My dear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>The skies cannot always be clear, my dear;<br\/>Sweets wouldn\u2019t be sweet were no bitterness here;<br\/>There could never be joy if there never was sorrow,<br\/>The sob of today may be laughter tomorrow;<br\/>There is gladness as well as black trouble to borrow,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;My dear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Rock Island Argus, August 5, 1914. By Henry Howland. The skies cannot always be clear, my dear;The merriest eye may still have its tear;The sorrow that lurks in your bosom today,Like the clouds, when you\u2019ve wept, will go floating away,And the skies will be blue that are sullen and gray,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;My dear. If it\u2019s [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,7],"tags":[161],"class_list":["post-8399","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\/8399","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=8399"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8399\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8399"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8399"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8399"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}