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An Ode

Frederick George Scott 1861 (Montreal, Quebec) – 1944 (Quebec City, Quebec)

WHAT boots it to be great?
To live in royal state
  And feast with kings,
  Since now all things
  One doom await?
5
What boots it to be fair?
Sweet eyes and golden hair,
  And youthful bloom,
  Since in the tomb
  All foulness there?
10
To live in royal state—
That is not to be great;
  Sweet eyes and golden hair—
  That is not to be fair.
What is it to be great?
15
Content with thine estate;
  To serve thy God and King
  In everything—
  That is it to be great.
What is it to be fair?
20
Sweet modesty to wear;
  To keep thine honour sure,
  Thy bosom pure—
  That is it to be fair.
Much boots it to be great,
25
Much boots it to be fair.

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Frederick George Scott

Frederick George Scott was a Canadian poet and author, known as the Poet of the Laurentians. He is sometimes associated with Canada's Confederation Poets, a group that included Charles G. D. Roberts, Bliss Carman, Archibald Lampman, and Duncan Campbell Scott. Scott published 13 books of Christian and patriotic poetry. Scott was a British imperialist who wrote many hymns to the British Empire—eulogizing his country's roles in the Boer Wars and World War I. Many of his poems use the natural world symbolically to convey deeper spiritual meaning. Frederick George Scott was the father of poet F. R. Scott. more…

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