{"id":9560,"date":"2023-07-21T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2023-07-21T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=9560"},"modified":"2023-07-21T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2023-07-21T05:00:00","slug":"when-i-am-laid-below-the-hill","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/when-i-am-laid-below-the-hill\/","title":{"rendered":"When I Am Laid Below the Hill"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn84031081\/1915-07-21\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\">Albuquerque Morning Journal, July 21, 1915<\/a>. By Anonymous.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>When I am laid below the hill,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I pray you, friend, that you will not<br\/>Increase my virtues, if you will,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor let my faults be all forgot.<br\/>But think of me as with you yet,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The good and bad there is of me,<br\/>For truly I shall not forget<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In whatsoever place I be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>Nor tears, nor sighs, that I am dead,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But rather that you sing and smile<br\/>And tell some favored jest, instead,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As though I heard you all the while.<br\/>For I shall hear you, and shall see<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And know if you be blithe or sad,<br\/>For I shall keep and hold with me<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The golden moments we have had.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>But will you miss me? Aye, forsooth,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The very thing I\u2019d have you do,<br\/>For in that stranger land, in truth,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I also shall be missing you.<br\/>Yet life is such a goodly thing,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Blent of the bitter and the sweet,<br\/>That I would rather we could cling<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To all the gladness we may meet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>When I am laid below the hill,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Go back as though I walked with you,<br\/>And sing our brave old ballads still,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And laugh as we were wont to do.<br\/>Across the little gap that bars<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I shall take this fair memory,<br\/>And you the other side the stars<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Will then still be the friend of me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Albuquerque Morning Journal, July 21, 1915. By Anonymous. When I am laid below the hill,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I pray you, friend, that you will notIncrease my virtues, if you will,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor let my faults be all forgot.But think of me as with you yet,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The good and bad there is of me,For truly I shall not forget&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In whatsoever [&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":[56],"class_list":["post-9560","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-albuquerque-morning-journal","category-newspapers","tag-anonymous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9560","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=9560"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9560\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9560"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9560"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9560"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}