{"id":9336,"date":"2023-05-27T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2023-05-27T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=9336"},"modified":"2023-05-27T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2023-05-27T05:00:00","slug":"my-son-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/my-son-2\/","title":{"rendered":"My Son"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn92053934\/1915-05-27\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\">Rock Island Argus, May 27, 1915<\/a>. By Douglas Malloch.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>I that had yearned for youth, my own, again,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And mourned the wasteful hours of younger days,<br\/>I that had sighed for spring, for summer, when<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The snows of winter covered all my ways\u2014<br\/>I that had prayed for years, for only one,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Have found that prayer answered in my son.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>He is myself again, with hopes of old,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With old temptations and with old desires;<br\/>He is myself again\u2014the clay to mold<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Into a man, and all the man aspires,<br\/>Who says that youth returns to us no more?<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He is as I was in the days of yore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>In my own days, in my own days of youth,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ah, how I wished a comrade and a friend!\u2014<br\/>To help me keep the quiet path of truth<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And through temptation my own feet attend.<br\/>So shall I journey onward by his side,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His father\u2014yea, his comrade and his guide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>I that have failed shall shape success in him.<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I that have wandered point the proper path,<br\/>A signal when the signal lights are dim,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A roof to fend him from the storms of wrath\u2014<br\/>So we shall journey upward, I and he,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And he shall be the man I meant to be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Rock Island Argus, May 27, 1915. By Douglas Malloch. I that had yearned for youth, my own, again,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And mourned the wasteful hours of younger days,I that had sighed for spring, for summer, when&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The snows of winter covered all my ways\u2014I that had prayed for years, for only one,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Have found that prayer answered in [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,7],"tags":[92],"class_list":["post-9336","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-rock-island-argus","tag-douglas-malloch"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9336","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=9336"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9336\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9336"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9336"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9336"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}