Title: Standard English Poems: Spenser to Tennyson
Author: Pancoast, Henry S.
Publication date: New York, 1899
Library: Sojourner Truth Library at SUNY New Paltz
Call number: PR1175 .P35
Submitted by: Christina Daube
– Pasted into the inside cover are an introduction to a poem by Miss Anna Bartlett Warner and the poem itself, which begins, “It seems so strange to think of days when I shall not be here…” Both excerpts appear to be typewritten.
– On the opposite page, the name Amy L. Abel is written in ink, along with a small “’10.”
– Two quotes from James R. Lowell’s “The Present Crisis” are written on the next page:
“Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide
In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil
Some great cause, God’s new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight,
Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right
And the choice goes on forever, ‘twixt that darkness and that light.”
“Truth forever on the scaffold, wrong forever on the throne
Yet that scaffold sways the future, and behind the dim unknown,
Standeth God within that shadow, keeping watch above his own.”
– A quote from Rudyard Kipling’s “When Earth’s Last Picture is Painted” is written on the third to last page:
“When Earth’s last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried
When the oldest colors have faded and the youngest critic has died
We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it – lie down for an aeon or two
Till the Master of all good workmen shall put us to work anew
And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame:
And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame
But each for the joy of the working and each, in his separate star,
Shall draw the thing as he sees it for the God of things as they are!”
– A quote by Samuel Johnson is written on the back of the previous page:
“A book should either help us to enjoy life or endure it.”
– The Johnson quote is followed by one by Agnes Repplier:
“Character, not intellect, ensures victory in the long, hard battle of life and is the open sesame to our tired hearts.”
– The war poem “In Flanders Fields” by John McCrae is inscribed on the opposite page, and continues onto the next:
“In Flanders fields, the poppies blow,
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scare heard amidst the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe!
To you, from failing hands, we throw
The torch. Be yours to lift it high!
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, tho poppies blow
In Flanders fields.”
– Beneath the poem is a description of the author:
“Lieut. Col. John McCrea, a physician in Canada before the war. While serving in the second battle of Ypres an inspiration to write came.”