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Frederick
George Scott
COLLECTED
POEMS
Out
of the Storm
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The huge winds gather on the midnight lake,
Shaggy with rain and loud
with foam-white feet,
Then bound through miles
of darkness till they meet
The harboured ships and city’s squares, and
wake
From steeples, domes and houses, sounds that take
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A
human speech, the storm’s mad course to greet;
And nightmare voices through
the rain and sleet
Pass shrieking, till the town’s rock-sinews
shake.
Howl, winds, around us in this silent room!
Wild lake, with thunders
beat thy prison bars!
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A
brother’s life is ebbing fast away,
And, mounting on your music through the gloom,
A pure soul mingles with
the morning stars,
And
with them melts into the blaze of day.
St. Luke’s Hospital,
Duluth, May
17, 1894. [Page 126]
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