Please note: April is National Poetry month so I decided to review previous entries that I have written about poets, poetry, and poems here in Connections to confirm that the links still worked and/or that the content was "worth" revising. I think that Mrs. Dana deserves more recognition than she tends to receive. Thus the following post is based on Connections posts of April 30, 2012 and April 1, 2013 - gmc.
Mary Stanley Bunce Palmer was born February 15, 1810 in Beaufort to Rev. Benjamin Morgan Palmer and Mary Stanley Bunce Palmer (Yes, she had the exact same name as her own mother; and matters are further complicated by two Rev. Benjamin Morgan Palmers, her father 1781 - 1847 and his nephew, (her cousin) Benjamin Morgan Palmer, 1818-1902 who became a renowned Presbyterian minister). In 1813, her father moved the family to Charleston, SC where he served as the minister of the Circular Church until 1835. She was educated in the private school of Dr. Ramsey and his daughters in Charleston and in various seminaries for young ladies in Connecticut and New Jersey. In 1835, she married Charles E. Dana of New York. They had one son. Both her husband and her son died at their home in Bloomington, Iowa during August 1839.She returned to the home of her parents in Charleston as a childless widow and poured out her grief about her string of recent losses through writing The Parted Family, and Other Poems (1842) under the pen name of Mary S. B. Dana. Both her parents died in 1847. Her religious poems reflect on themes of comfort in the struggles of life and death. Recognition of her poetry, often infused with religious sentiment such as in "Passing Under the Rod", began during this decade.
Passing Under the Rod
And I will cause you to pass under the rod, and I will bring you in to the bond of the covenant." Ezekial, Chapter 20, Verse 37.
I saw the young bride, in her beauty and pride,
Bedeck'd in her snowy array;
And the bright flush of joy mantled high on her cheek,
And the future look'd blooming and gay:
And with woman's devotion she laid her fond heart
At the shrine of idolatrous love,
And she anchor'd her hopes to this perishing earth,
By the chain which her tenderness wove.
But I saw when those heartstrings were bleeding and torn,
And the chain had been sever'd in two,
She had changed her white robes for the sables of grief,
And her bloom for the paleness of wo[e]!
But the Healer was there, pouring balm on her heart,
And wiping the tears from her eyes,
And he strengthened the chain he had broken in twain,
And fasten'd it firm to the skies!
There had whisper'd a voice -- 'twas the voice of her God,
"I love thee -- I love thee -- pass under the rod!"
Later she set some of her poems to music, often favoring folk tunes for the melody. Respected musician and music teacher, George Frederick Root, composed musical arrangements for some of her poems. A number were used as lyrics in 19th century hymns. The Hymnary website includes images of some of the verses set to music.
Her works include The Southern Harp, The Northern Harp, and The Western Harp in which her religious poems are set to music, several novels, and religious and spiritualism essays.
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