{"id":9431,"date":"2023-07-04T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2023-07-04T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=9431"},"modified":"2023-07-04T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2023-07-04T05:00:00","slug":"independence-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/independence-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Independence Day"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

From the Omaha Daily Bee, July 4, 1915<\/a>. By Minna Irving.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

From the shores of old Penobscot    Where the ocean\u2019s roar is heard,To the home of sweet magnolias    And the clear-voiced mocking bird,From the pines, that whisper secrets    To the pale moon overhead,To the live oaks in their mosses    There\u2019s a gleam of white and red.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

From the gray New England homesteads    Framed in pear and apple trees,To the valleys and the vineyards    By the blue Pacific seas;From the rosy glow of morning    To the sunset\u2019s golden bars,Over all the land of freedom    Is a flash of silver stars.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

North and South alike they glimmer    East and West the same they shine,In the palace and the cabin,    By the palm and by the pine;Where the crowded city clamors,    Where the sylvan waters call,Flies the same immortal banner    Waving glorious for all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

\u2019Twas for this the Continentals    Starved and suffered long ago,Leaving footprints marked in crimson    On the crust of frozen snow.\u2019Twas for this the infant nation,    From the arms of Liberty,Made its ringing declaration    To be fetterless and free.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

Just one silken, starry standard    Broad and bright enough, behold!For both white and black together    To be sheltered in its fold.Just one flag above a people    That, united, lead the wayTo the world\u2019s emancipation    And its Independence day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

From the Omaha Daily Bee, July 4, 1915. By Minna Irving. From the shores of old Penobscot    Where the ocean\u2019s roar is heard,To the home of sweet magnolias    And the clear-voiced mocking bird,From the pines, that whisper secrets    To the pale moon overhead,To the live oaks in their mosses    There\u2019s a gleam of white and red. From the gray […]<\/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":[237],"class_list":["post-9431","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-omaha-daily-bee","tag-minna-irving"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9431","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=9431"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9431\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9431"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9431"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9431"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}