Sarah Bolton was born in Newport, Kentucky, in 1814. Her parents
are Esther Pendleton and Jonathan Belcher, and she was the oldest
of six children. The family moved to a frontier farm, near Six-Mile
Creek, in Madison, Indiana, when she was still a child. In 1831,
she married the editor of Madison’s newspaper, Nathaniel
Bolton. Their marriage was no accident as Sarah Bolton’s
poetry had been printed in the Madison paper since she was 13.
A year after their marriage they moved to Indianapolis, where Mr.
Bolton was editor of the Indiana Democrat and later a tavern owner.
While Bolton’s husband was busy running the tavern, she found
herself being a housekeeper and cook, along with running a large
dairy farm. During this time she wrote her first collection of
poems entitled Paddle Your Own Canoe.
Throughout the 1840s and
50s Mrs. Bolton was considered the unofficial
poet laureate of Indiana. She continued
to write
poetry and be
published in newspapers and home journals.
Later, Mr. Bolton became a U.S. councilman
in Geneva, Switzerland, where he died.
Five years
after her husband’s death, Sarah
Bolton remarried. Her second husband
wanted to live in Montana, but Bolton
found it
to be disagreeable
and so moved back to Indianapolis where
she died in 1893.
When Bolton first
moved to Indiana she spent most of
her time
exploring its wilderness, which was
reflected in her earlier poetry.
This can especially be seen in “Our
Pioneers” contained in the collection Songs of a
life-time:
Once more, O friends, in life we meet
Where Oakland’s forest cool and green
Spreads summer grass beneath our feet,
Above our heads a leafy screen,
And bright-winged birds all day long
Pour out their happiness in song (44).
The poem goes on to explain the hardships and sacrifices
that the pioneers of Indiana had to go through. She goes into
detail how
everyone helped their neighbor, went to church, and
then later started to build up a community. She plots out
how
Indiana went from a wilderness to a society:
Life in the wilderness went slow,
There were no famous lectures then,
No circus with its royal show
Of tinseled women, juggling men;
No acrobats, no grand trapeze,
In these wild woods, in those days (47).
Later in the poem, she looks back upon all that the
Indiana landscape had to endure:
Those olden times have passed away,
And in the clearing by the wood,
Fair architecture builds, to-day,
Proud mansions where the cabin stood,
And cities lift their dooms and spires
Where hunters struck their lone camp-fires (47).
Growing up in the frontier of Indiana, Bolton saw
the state
undergo a lot of changes throughout her life, including
the change of the
landscape from forest and prairies to fields
and farmhouses.
In the later part of Bolton’s life she found herself doing
quite a bit of traveling, whether it was through European countries,
or even further west in the United States. She wrote several poems
about missing the beauty of Indiana and even the simple country
life she had to give up. In one such poem, entitled “When
Life Is Not Worth Living”, she speaks of moving to the city
and all the turmoil that follows, and in the end, life is just
not worth the chaos. In another poem, “Madison,” she
describes how much she misses her childhood haven:
Home of my long-gone childhood, still thou art
Of living memory, love and life a part-
No classic city in a classic land,
However stately, beautiful and grand,
Could ever in my fond affection be
What thou hast been, what thou art to me.
I never hear thy name but thought goes back,
Along the path that bore my childhood’s track.
Again I climb the summit of thy hills-
Hear the sweet rhythmic music of thy rills,
And learn the story that the passing breeze
Tells, of its wanderings, to the ancient trees.
I find the rock-ribbed gorge, the mossy dell,
Where hairbells ring and fairy people dwell;
And, when a beechen bough is rudely stirred,
I hear a dryad whispering some fond word,
Of tender warning, to the trembling leaves,
That answer, murmuring, like a heart that grieves
(68).
The poem continues on with
more fond recollections, and further description of how she
spent her time in Madison as a little
girl. “Madison” is
not the only poem devoted to the topic of the state
she would call home. Another poem entitled “Indiana,” found
in The
Life and Poems of Sarah T. Bolton,
is perhaps more famous, praiseful, and full of
pride
for a state
that she
found herself
growing to love:
Though many laud Itakia's clime,
And call Helvetia's land sublime,
Tell Gallia's praise in prose and rhyme,
And worship old Hispania:
The winds of Heaven never spanned
The borders of a better land
Than our own Indiana.
Encrowned with forests grand and old,
Enthroned on mineral wealth untold,
Coining her soil to yellow gold,
Through labor's great arcana,
She fosters commerce, science, art,
With willing hands and generous heart,
And sends to many a foreign mart
Products of Indiana (383).
(Read
full text.)
To say that Heaven has not toched a more beautiful place is a
bold statement that Bolton will continue to back up as the poem
progresses. In the following stanzas, she talks of the kindness,
a little history, and the beauty of Indiana:
But even while our hearts rejoice
In the dear homeland of our choice,
We should, with one united voice,
Give thanks, and sing Hosanna.
To him whose love and bounteous grace
Gave to the people of our race
A freehold, an abiding place,
In fertile Indiana (380).
Reading Bolton’s poetry, one can feel the love and respect
she had for the wilderness that was Indiana. Even when she was
traveling, her thoughts would go back to the home where she was
allowed to wander and explore. Even while away, Indiana was still
close to Bolton’s heart and her pen.
--CJN
Sources:
Banta, R. E., ed. "Sara Bolton." Indiana
Authors and Their Books, 1816-1916: Biographical Sketches of
Authors Who Published During the First Century of Indiana Statehood,
With Lists of Their Books. Crawfordsville, IN: Wabash College,
1949.
Bolton, Sarah T. The Life and Poems
of Sarah T. Bolton. Indianapolis: Fred L. Horton & Co., 1880.
---. Songs of a life-time. Indianapolis:
Bowen-Merrill Co., 1891.
Images:
Bolton, Sarah T. The Life and Poems
of Sarah T. Bolton. Indianapolis: Fred L. Horton & Co., 1880.
Links:
Full
text of poem "Indiana"
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