{"id":8483,"date":"2022-10-02T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-10-02T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=8483"},"modified":"2022-10-02T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-10-02T05:00:00","slug":"marys-dream","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/marys-dream\/","title":{"rendered":"Mary\u2019s Dream"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn85038485\/1914-10-02\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\">The Birmingham Age Herald, October 2, 1914<\/a>. By John Lowe.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>The moon had climbed the highest hill<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That rises o\u2019er the source of Dee,<br\/>And from the eastern summit shed<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her silver light on tower and tree;<br\/>When Mary laid her down to sleep,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea;<br\/>When, soft and low, a voice was heard<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Saying, \u201cMary, weep no more for me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>She from her pillow gently raised<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her head to ask who there might be,<br\/>And saw young Sandy shivering stand<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With visage pale and hollow e\u2019e.<br\/>\u201cOh, Mary dear, cold is my clay,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It lies beneath a stormy sea;<br\/>Far, far from thee I sleep in death,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So Mary, weep no more for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThree stormy nights and stormy days<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;We tossed upon the raging main;<br\/>And long we strove our barque to save,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But all our striving was in vain.<br\/>Even then, when horror chilled my blood,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;My heart was filled with love for thee.<br\/>The storm is past and I at rest,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So Mary, weep no more for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOh, maiden dear, thyself prepare!<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;We soon shall meet upon that shore<br\/>Where love is free from doubt and care,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And thou and I shall part no more!\u201d<br\/>Loud crowed the cock, the shadow fled;<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No more of Sandy could she see,<br\/>But soft the passing spirit said,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;\u201cSweet Mary, weep no more for me!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From The Birmingham Age Herald, October 2, 1914. By John Lowe. The moon had climbed the highest hill&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That rises o\u2019er the source of Dee,And from the eastern summit shed&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her silver light on tower and tree;When Mary laid her down to sleep,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea;When, soft and low, a voice was heard&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Saying, \u201cMary, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,9],"tags":[196],"class_list":["post-8483","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-birmingham-age-herald","tag-john-lowe"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8483","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=8483"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8483\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8483"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8483"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8483"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}