{"id":9274,"date":"2023-04-23T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2023-04-23T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=9274"},"modified":"2023-04-23T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2023-04-23T05:00:00","slug":"brave-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/brave-love\/","title":{"rendered":"Brave Love"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn84031081\/1915-04-23\/ed-1\/seq-6\/\">Albuquerque Morning Journal, April 23, 1915<\/a>. By Mary Kyle Dallas.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>He\u2019d nothing but his violin,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I\u2019d nothing but my song,<br\/>But we were wed when skies were blue<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And summer days were long.<br\/>And when we rested by the hedge<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The robins came and told<br\/>How they had dared to woo and win<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When early spring was cold.<br\/>We sometimes supped on dewberries<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Or slept among the hay,<br\/>But oft the farmer\u2019s wives at eve<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Came out to hear us play.<br\/>The rare old tunes\u2014the dear old tunes;<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;We could not starve for long<br\/>While my man had his violin<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And I my sweet love song.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>The world has aye gone well with us,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Old man, since we were one;<br\/>Our homeless wanderings down the lanes\u2014<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It long ago was done;<br\/>But those who wait for gold or gear,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For houses and for kine,<br\/>Till youth\u2019s sweet spring grows brown and sere<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And love and beauty tine,<br\/>Will never know the joy of hearts<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That met without a fear<br\/>When you had but your violin<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And I a song, my dear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Albuquerque Morning Journal, April 23, 1915. By Mary Kyle Dallas. He\u2019d nothing but his violin,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I\u2019d nothing but my song,But we were wed when skies were blue&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And summer days were long.And when we rested by the hedge&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The robins came and toldHow they had dared to woo and win&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When early spring was cold.We sometimes supped [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[27,3],"tags":[230],"class_list":["post-9274","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-albuquerque-morning-journal","category-newspapers","tag-mary-kyle-dallas"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9274","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=9274"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9274\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9274"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9274"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9274"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}