-1908 <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Of old, like Helen, guerdon of the strong -- <br /> Like Helen fair, like Helen light of word, -- <br />"The spoils unto the conquerors belong. <br /> Who winneth me must win me by the sword." <br /> <br />Grown old, like Helen, once the jealous prize <br /> That strong men battled for in savage hate, <br />Can she look forth with unregretful eyes, <br /> Where sleep Montcalm and Wolfe beside her gate?<br /><br />John McCrae<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quebec/
