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From The Birmingham Age Herald, July 25, 1915<\/a>. By Allen Griffin Johnson.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

Old friend, we’ve journeyed far and wide.    O’er rugged hills and hollows;With yearning hearts, at eventide,    We\u2019ve watched the homing swallows;We\u2019ve known that bitter grief and dole    That cry unheard to heaven,Like some poor, hell-bound, tortured soul,    Condemned and unforgiven.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

Through Sin\u2019s fair vale, near Sorrow’s mart,    We\u2019ve wandered free and joyous,Where, hidden by the Tempter\u2019s art,    Death waited to destroy us;We’ve drunk life\u2019s bitter and its sweet,    Have seen our castles tumbledIn ruins at our weary feet,    Yet smiled, nor even grumbled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

Our blood has sanguined many a field,    Though courage ne’er departed,Nor foeman forced us yet to yield,    Nor either grown faint hearted;We\u2019ve known the peace of eventide,    When day\u2019s hard fight had ended,And sunset\u2019s crimson glory died,    As earth and sky were blended.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

Then, too, the bliss of sweet repose,    When real cares and seeming;Depart, and life\u2019s stream gently flows    To slumber\u2019s land of Dreaming;We\u2019ve felt the fury of the blasts,    And known the calm succeeding,Far sweeter for the storm that\u2019s past\u2014    A lesson worth the heeding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n

We\u2019ve known the warmth of Summer\u2019s sun,    The blight of Winter’s weather,And when, at last, our race is run,    We\u2019ll leave the track\u2014together;Aye, hand and hand, as in the past,    We\u2019ll journey o\u2019er the river;Together e\u2019en unto the last\u2014    Friends now and friends forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

From The Birmingham Age Herald, July 25, 1915. By Allen Griffin Johnson. Old friend, we’ve journeyed far and wide.    O’er rugged hills and hollows;With yearning hearts, at eventide,    We\u2019ve watched the homing swallows;We\u2019ve known that bitter grief and dole    That cry unheard to heaven,Like some poor, hell-bound, tortured soul,    Condemned and unforgiven. Through Sin\u2019s fair vale, near Sorrow’s mart,    We\u2019ve […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,9],"tags":[47],"class_list":["post-9564","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-birmingham-age-herald","tag-allen-griffin-johnson"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9564","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=9564"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9564\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9564"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9564"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9564"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}