{"id":9208,"date":"2023-03-03T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2023-03-03T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=9208"},"modified":"2023-03-03T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2023-03-03T06:00:00","slug":"clouds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/clouds\/","title":{"rendered":"Clouds"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn99021999\/1915-03-03\/ed-1\/seq-6\/\">Omaha Daily Bee, March 3, 1915<\/a>. By David.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>I had a friend when I was down<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And everything seemed rotten,<br\/>And all the blessings I had known<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Had long since been forgotten,<br\/>When crops were bad and eggs were scarce<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And pigs got in the clover,<br\/>Who came and leaned against my fence<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And cheerfully looked over,<br\/>And with a smug smile full of glee<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And whistle aggravating<br\/>Regaled me with the maxim terse,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In tone exasperating:<br\/>\u201cRemember that behind the clouds<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The sun is always shining,<br\/>And clouds of life as well as sky<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Have each their silver lining.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>Oh, then I had a fierce desire<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To seize upon a missile<br\/>And end his exhortation<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With the stopping of his whistle.<br\/>But with a sickly smile I said,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;All platitudes eschewing,<br\/>\u201cThat all depends upon the point<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;From which you do your viewing.<br\/>And also it depends upon<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The way the cloud\u2019s inclining.<br\/>\u2019Tis doubtless true, my clouds to you<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;May have a silver lining,<br\/>But silver linings do not show<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To those directly under.<br\/>They may be there; I do not know.<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To me they look like thunder.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Omaha Daily Bee, March 3, 1915. By David. I had a friend when I was down&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And everything seemed rotten,And all the blessings I had known&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Had long since been forgotten,When crops were bad and eggs were scarce&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And pigs got in the clover,Who came and leaned against my fence&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And cheerfully looked over,And with a smug [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,4],"tags":[89],"class_list":["post-9208","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-omaha-daily-bee","tag-david"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9208","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=9208"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9208\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9208"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9208"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9208"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}