{"id":9276,"date":"2023-04-25T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2023-04-25T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=9276"},"modified":"2023-04-25T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2023-04-25T05:00:00","slug":"the-forest","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/the-forest\/","title":{"rendered":"The Forest"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn99021999\/1915-04-25\/ed-1\/seq-22\/\">Omaha Daily Bee, April 25, 1915<\/a>. By David.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>God\u2019s Temple is the forest, silent, true;<br\/>It\u2019s done the arching heavens, gray or blue;<br\/>Each rock and tree an altar in the air;<br\/>Each leaf a sermon and each flower a prayer.<br\/>Here feathered choristers their praises sing,<br\/>And sun and rain their benedictions bring;<br\/>And here the human soul is often stirred<br\/>By unseen forces of an unseen world.<br\/>It comes to all of us, the low and high,<br\/>Still none can tell from whence it comes, or why.<br\/>A little newsboy once, to aught unknown<br\/>Excepting city streets of brick and stone,<br\/>Was taken from the city man had laid,<br\/>And carried to the country God had made.<br\/>And in his simple, childlike way expressed<br\/>What our minds, more mature, had only guessed.<br\/>He stood with hat in hand, and gazed around,<br\/>From the cloud-flecked sky to the mossy ground;<br\/>The look of cunning faded from his face,<br\/>And left a look of wonder in its place.<br\/>\u201cSay, boys, it\u2019s a queer feelin\u2019 I have got,<br\/>I just want to stand in this one spot,<br\/>And look and think and think and look again,\u201d<br\/>He whispered low, as though afraid, and then<br\/>The trees, the leaves, the grass, with reverent hand<br\/>He touched, but still he did not understand.<br\/>\u201cIt is not here,\u201d he said, \u201cIt\u2019s in the air;<br\/>It seems to come to me from everywhere,<br\/>And touch me here,\u201d and with a sudden start,<br\/>He laid his hand upon his beating heart.<br\/>With swift glance in the branches overhead,<br\/>\u201cSay, it\u2019s like a church,\u201d was all he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Omaha Daily Bee, April 25, 1915. By David. God\u2019s Temple is the forest, silent, true;It\u2019s done the arching heavens, gray or blue;Each rock and tree an altar in the air;Each leaf a sermon and each flower a prayer.Here feathered choristers their praises sing,And sun and rain their benedictions bring;And here the human soul [&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-9276","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\/9276","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=9276"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9276\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9276"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9276"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9276"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}