{"id":9559,"date":"2023-07-20T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2023-07-20T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=9559"},"modified":"2023-07-20T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2023-07-20T05:00:00","slug":"if-you-could-know","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/if-you-could-know\/","title":{"rendered":"If You Could Know"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn92053934\/1915-07-20\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\">Rock Island Argus, July 20, 1915<\/a>. By Mabel A. Bunnell.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>If you could know the half of all I yearn to be to you, dear heart!<br\/>Each day that dawns I struggle to be strong and do my part,<br\/>Yet when at last the night comes softly down I humbly pray\u2014<br\/>\u201cLord, grant me still to prove my tender love just one more day!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>Just one more day to strive to rise above small troubles, petty care,<br\/>That my cramped soul may break its earth-forged bonds, at last to dare.<br\/>To face the future and to gladly live, with courage new,<br\/>Loyal, and cheerful, facing toward the light for truth and you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>And yet, I feel, in spite of all the heights which I can never scale,<br\/>In spite of all the many tests in which I daily fail,<br\/>That my deep love\u2014more deep and pure and strong than I can ever show\u2014<br\/>You somehow, through my failure, doubts and fears, will come to know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>The dreary clouds can\u2019t hide the sun for aye; it glimmers through,<br\/>The sweet, wet violet, struggling through dead leaves, still show its blue.<br\/>And so I trust, though oft I strike Love\u2019s chord with clumsy hand,<br\/>You\u2019ll feel the melody I tried to play and understand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Rock Island Argus, July 20, 1915. By Mabel A. Bunnell. If you could know the half of all I yearn to be to you, dear heart!Each day that dawns I struggle to be strong and do my part,Yet when at last the night comes softly down I humbly pray\u2014\u201cLord, grant me still to [&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":[223],"class_list":["post-9559","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-rock-island-argus","tag-mabel-a-bunnell"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9559","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=9559"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9559\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9559"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9559"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9559"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}