{"id":8445,"date":"2022-09-06T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-09-06T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=8445"},"modified":"2022-09-06T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-09-06T05:00:00","slug":"civilization-1914","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/civilization-1914\/","title":{"rendered":"Civilization: 1914"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn83030272\/1914-09-06\/ed-1\/seq-29\/\">The Sun, September 6, 1914<\/a>. By E. Elwell.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>For the glory of the living weep the millions of the dead;<br\/>For the happiness of hearts that beat, their broken hearts have bled.<br\/>So the p\u00e6an of the ages shrills a tragedy of praise<br\/>To the multitudes of martyrs, and the sighing, grief swept days<br\/>That reach piled high to heaven from the mysteries of the past;<br\/>And the first dread soul in torment cries in anguish to the last:<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWe are the human hatreds, the ambitions and the greed,<br\/>The lies that make men monsters, the death thought and the deed;<br\/>We are the lusts primeval, we are the sin and shame<br\/>That have chilled the fire of charity and snuffed the Christ-lit flame.<br\/>We are the deep foundation of the civilized advance;<br\/>We make fact the dreams of horror that the drug ambition grants;<br\/>We have stripped off flowing vestments; we have dropped the cap of state;<br\/>We writhe naked in the frankness of uncovered human hate\u2014<br\/>A hate for others\u2019 happiness that checks the march of power.<br\/>We have made the modern nation, and our curse is all its dower.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>But the glory of the living may not halt to hark the dead;<br\/>The heart that goes in gladness shall not cease for one that\u2019s bled.<br\/>Though the ages in their sequence e\u2019er will sing a p\u00e6an of praise<br\/>To the martyrs by men murdered for the love of fortune\u2019s ways,<br\/>And though prayers go up to heaven from the as yet unborn past,<br\/>The world is ever building a new ruin on the last.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From The Sun, September 6, 1914. By E. Elwell. For the glory of the living weep the millions of the dead;For the happiness of hearts that beat, their broken hearts have bled.So the p\u00e6an of the ages shrills a tragedy of praiseTo the multitudes of martyrs, and the sighing, grief swept daysThat reach piled high [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,18],"tags":[100],"class_list":["post-8445","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-sun","tag-e-elwell"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8445","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=8445"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8445\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8445"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8445"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8445"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}