{"id":414,"date":"2022-01-08T13:50:39","date_gmt":"2022-01-08T13:50:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/?page_id=414"},"modified":"2022-01-08T15:25:04","modified_gmt":"2022-01-08T15:25:04","slug":"mary-mcneely","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/mary-mcneely\/","title":{"rendered":"Mary McNeely"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Passer-by,<br \/>\nTo love is to find your own soul<br \/>\nThrough the soul of the beloved one.<br \/>\nWhen the beloved one withdraws itself from your soul<br \/>\nThen you have lost your soul.<br \/>\nIt is written: \u201cl have a friend,<br \/>\nBut my sorrow has no friend.\u201d<br \/>\nHence my long years of solitude at the home of my father,<br \/>\nTrying to get myself back,<br \/>\nAnd to turn my sorrow into a supremer self.<br \/>\nBut there was my father with his sorrows,<br \/>\nSitting under the cedar tree,<br \/>\nA picture that sank into my heart at last<br \/>\nBringing infinite repose.<br \/>\nOh, ye souls who have made life<br \/>\nFragrant and white as tube roses<br \/>\nFrom earth\u2019s dark soil,<br \/>\nEternal peace!<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/paul-mcneely\/\">Previous: Paul McNeely<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/daniel-mcumber\/\">Next: Daniel M\u2019Cumber<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Passer-by, To love is to find your own soul Through the soul of the beloved one. When the beloved one withdraws itself from your soul Then you have lost your soul. It is written: \u201cl have a friend, But my sorrow has no friend.\u201d Hence my long years of solitude at the home of my [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":68,"menu_order":101,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[21],"class_list":["post-414","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","tag-mary-mcneely"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/414","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=414"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/414\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":485,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/414\/revisions\/485"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/68"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=414"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=414"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=414"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}