{"id":8466,"date":"2022-09-27T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-09-27T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=8466"},"modified":"2022-09-27T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-09-27T05:00:00","slug":"far-from-the-crowd","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/far-from-the-crowd\/","title":{"rendered":"Far From the Crowd"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn83045462\/1914-09-27\/ed-1\/seq-22\/\">Evening Star, September 27, 1914<\/a>. By Philander Johnson.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>The twilight softly lingers down to Pohick on the Crick;<br\/>The fields are proudly wavin\u2019 where the golden grain grows thick,<br\/>An\u2019 the moon that slowly rises sheds a soft, mysterious glow<br\/>Across the homes that we-all folks have loved since long ago.<br\/>We\u2019ve had our share of sorrows such as fall to human kind,<br\/>But we think of present duty, an\u2019 the past is left behind,<br\/>Exceptin\u2019 when we pause to rest an\u2019 memory songs resound,<br\/>Like faint an\u2019 distant echoes, as the shadows gather \u2018round.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>We know that strangers sometimes smile, while passin\u2019 on their way,<br\/>At the quaint, old-fashioned blossoms in their generous array.<br\/>We know the moss has gathered through the uneventful years<br\/>Around the churchyard stones that have been moistened with our tears,<br\/>But the sound of strife an\u2019 hatred has been silent for so long<br\/>That the weak have learned to look with trustful eyes upon the strong.<br\/>We\u2019re thankful, as we hear of deeds that make our hearts turn sick,<br\/>The Path of Glory doesn\u2019t lead through Pohick on the Crick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Evening Star, September 27, 1914. By Philander Johnson. The twilight softly lingers down to Pohick on the Crick;The fields are proudly wavin\u2019 where the golden grain grows thick,An\u2019 the moon that slowly rises sheds a soft, mysterious glowAcross the homes that we-all folks have loved since long ago.We\u2019ve had our share of sorrows [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[31,3],"tags":[248],"class_list":["post-8466","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-evening-star","category-newspapers","tag-philander-johnson"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8466","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=8466"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8466\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8466"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8466"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8466"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}