Lavinia Stoddard was an American poet and school founder. Her poem, "The Soul's Defiance", was included in most of the anthologies published in the United States in the 19th-century.
Early years and education
Lavinia Stone, a daughter of Elijah Stone, was born in Guilford, Connecticut, June 29, 1787. While she was an infant, her father removed to Paterson, New Jersey, and here she received, besides the careful instructions of an intelligent and judicious mother, such education in the schools as was at the time common to the children of farmers.
Career
In 1811, she married Dr. William Stoddard, of Stratford, Connecticut. He was a graduate of Yale University in 1804; a graduate of the Medical School of the University of Pennsylvania in 1810, and a member of the Rensselaer CountyMedical Society in 1817. In the then flourishing village of Troy, New York, on the Hudson River, they established an academy, which they conducted successfully for several years. Here, they were friends of Francis Wayland, D.D., LL.D., afterwards of Brown University, and were both noticed in his memoir in a very affectionate and complimentary way. Stoddard became ill with consumption, and about the year 1818, she removed with her family to Blakeley, Alabama, where Dr. Stoddard soon after died. Partially recovering her own health, she revisited Troy; but the severity of the climate induced her to return to Blakeley, where, they died within a year of one another, Mrs. Stoddard's death probably hastened by grief for her husband. She died November 8, 1820, and was buried at the Blakeley Cemetery. Stoddard wrote many poems, which were printed anonymously in the public journals, or addressed privately to her acquaintances. The poem entitled "The Soul's Defiance", her brother stated was interesting to her immediate friends for the truthfulness with which it portrayed her own experience and her indomitable spirit, which never floundered under any circumstances. This was written in a period of suffering and with a sense of injury. It is the last of her compositions, and perhaps the best. It is included in most of the anthologies published in the United States in the 19th-century.
"The Soul's Defiance"
I SAID to Sorrow’s awful storm, Rage on—thou may’st destroy this form, But still the spirit that now brooks Undaunted on its fury looks
I said to Penury’s meagre train, My last poor life-drop you may drain, Yet still the spirit that endures And meet each cold, cold grasp of yours
I said to cold Neglect and Scorn, Ye may pursue me till my form Yet still the spirit, which you see Draws from its own nobility
I said to Friendship’s menaced blow, Thou canst but add one bitter woe Yet still the spirit that sustains Shall smile upon its keenest pains,
I said to Death’s uplifted dart, Thou wilt not find a fearful heart— For still the spirit, firm and free, Wrapt in its own eternity,
