1788–1879

Introduction

Born: Oc­to­ber 24, 1788, New­port, New Hamp­shire.

Died: Ap­ril 30, 1879, Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia.

Buried: Laur­el Hill Ce­me­te­ry, Penn­syl­van­ia, Penn­syl­van­ia.

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Biography

Sarah was the daugh­ter of Gor­don Bu­ell and Mar­tha Whit­tle­say, and wife of law­yer Da­vid Hale (1783–1822

A mem­ber of the Pro­test­ant Epis­co­pal de­no­mi­na­tion, she ed­it­ed The La­dies’ Ma­ga­zine (Boston, Mas­sa­chu­setts) from 1828, and Go­dey’s Lady’s Book (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia) from 1837.

The se­cu­lar world rem­embers her best for her po­em Ma­ry Had a Lit­tle Lamb, first pub­lished in Ju­ven­ile Mis­cel­la­ny. In ad­di­tion, dur­ing the Am­eri­can ci­vil war, she per­suad­ed Am­eri­can pre­si­dent Ab­ra­ham Lin­coln to declare Thanks­giv­ing a na­tion­al ho­li­day.

On No­vem­ber 23, 2013, a me­mo­ri­al exe­cut­ed by Fin­nish sculp­tor Ja­ri Man­nis­to was de­di­cat­ed to Hale in her home town of New­port, New Hamp­shire. It fea­tured va­ri­ous sym­bols of her achieve­ments, in­clud­ing a cor­nu­co­pia in re­cog­ni­tion of her ef­forts to es­tab­lish the Thanks­giv­ing ho­li­day.

Works

Poem

What’s Life?

What’s life? the meteor’s lurid glare,
That shoots athwart the sky—
We gaze—’tis gone, nor vestige there,
Nor gleam, can we espy—
’Tis transient as the morning dew;
’Tis fading as the rainbow’s hue;
’Tis passing as the boreal light;
Just hails the day to sink in night.

What’s life? a dream, delusion all,
The sport of passion’s gale;
The morn’s high hope e’er noon shall fall,
Its mirth be lost in wail—
It is a strife where vice prevails;
It is a field where woe assails;
Where ruin stalks his lordly round;
Where sorrow, sin, and sighs abound.

What’s life? the favored boon of heaven,
Rich gift—no price can buy—
Swift mercy’s mirror kindly given
To dress for courts on high—
It is a flame survives the sun;
It is eternity begun;
’Twill rise, expatiate, love, adore,
When earth shall fade, when time’s no more.

Sarah J. B. Hale
Genius of Oblivion, 1823

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