Thank God! from our old ensign Is erased one mark of shame, Which leaves one less to rapine, One less to blight our fame.…
James Madison Bell was an African-American poet who lived at a turbulent time in the history of the United States, his life spanning three quarters of the 19th century and just spilling over into the 20th. He was actively involved in the growing movement to abolish slavery and his oratory and written words were powerful tools used in this struggle. He was born on the 3rd April 1826 in Gallipolis, Ohio. He had little opportunity to enjoy an education and his first job was working as a plasterer where he was in partnership with his brother in law working in Cincinnati. They were very good at it and won several prestigious contracts. He worked hard to rectify what he had missed out on at school by attending evening classes at the Cincinnati High School for Coloured People. In some of his lessons he heard about the ever-expanding abolitionist movement and had a hunger to learn more. He married in 1847 and his wife Louisiana bore him seven children. He did not have a chance to make a political mark on things until the family moved to Canada in 1854, setting up home in Chatham, Ontario. This was one of the prominent stops on the so-called “Underground Railroad”, a means for escaping slaves to flee from the United States to freedom in Canada. He soon came across the insurrectionist John Brown whose actions, especially the raiding of the armoury at Harpers Ferry in 1859, were contributory factors in the country going into all out civil war. Bell was on the move again in 1860 where he took his civil rights campaigning to San Francisco. His poetry was becoming popular and history shows that he was one of the best known black poets of that century. Much of his work, understandably, was about conflict and social injustice. Examples of this type of poetry include Poem (about the assassination of Lincoln, 1865), The Day and the War (1864) and The Triumph of Liberty (1870). Yet he didn’t write exclusively about such subjects. Take for example A Bridal Toast which was a romantic poem, presumably intended for recital at a wedding, though whose wedding is unknown. The poem is reproduced here: Bell was on the move again, returning to Cincinnati where more work was needed in his anti-slavery campaigning. He stood up in front of often hostile audiences to speak very convincingly about the subject. He read out his poem The Day and the War at a well-attended gathering at Platt’s Hall, in Cincinnati in January 1864. The gathering was in celebration of the first Anniversary of President Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation. His poem was dedicated to his late friend John Brown who had, by now, been executed for his crimes, in particular the raid on the federal arsenal at Harpers Ferry. There was time for church activities in Bell’s busy schedule and he was appointed superintendent of the African Methodist Episcopal (AME) Church Sunday School in 1870. He held the post for three years. He lost his wife and the oldest of his sons in 1874 and he decided to move his family on again, this time settling in Toledo, Ohio. He still carried on with his public speaking and, in 1901, he arranged the publication of some of his best work under the title The Poetical Works of James Madison Bell. James Madison Bell died in Toledo at the age of 76, sometime during the year 1902. His constant campaigning and incessant travelling must have eventually caught up with him.
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May thy hopes never be blasted; May thy joys never cease; May thy love be true and lasting, And day by day increase.…
Where e'er the fetter has been broken, Where e'er the bondsman has been freed, Where e'er a sentence has been spoken In behalf of human need --…
Dedicated to Rev. Thomas M. D. Ward. The voice of Macedonia's gone From California o'er the seas,…
O fleeting Time! whence art thou come? And whither do thy footsteps tend? Deep in the past where was thy home, And where thy future journey's end?…
Dedicated to Rev. William S. Bradden as a tribute to one who has served his God, his Country and his fellow Man with unceasing Devotion, Patriotism and Love. Roll back, O Muse! a…
Deep in the unrecorded past, There was an age of darkness vast, And boundless as the realms of space. An age that held, in its embrace…
Farewell, for now my gallant bark, Loosed from her mooring, quits the shore Amid a fog and mist as dark As that which spread old Egypt o'er.…
When February's chilling winds Swept through the forest glen, And nothing, save the smoking hut, Marked the abodes of men,…
Harp of my soul, though thou hast hung Suspended from the willow bough Till much distorted, warped and sprung, And discord reigns within thee now,…
Virginius, the Roman Father, With beating heart, though brave, Beheld his fair Virginia doomed, To be a tyrant's slave.…
Moments of youth, oh, how swiftly they roll, And yet they are priceless as mountains of gold. Redeem them, redeem them, oh don't let them fly, You never can recall them, when once…
There is a tide in men's affairs, Leading to fame not wholly theirs -- Leading to high positions, won Through noble deeds by others done.…
A Red chief dwelling near a lake, Beneath a Western sky, Felt soon his hold on life must break, And he lay down and die --…
Wherefore half-mast and waving sadly And seeming ill-disposed to move, Are those bright emblems which so gladly Were wont to wave our homes above?…
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