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W. C. SCULLY
91
Here the snowstorms of foam, fierce as fire,
Shine bright 'neath the stars that they hide,
When the resonant surges retire
From the rock that their rage hath defied.
Yet the heart that is weary of beating
Finds here from its fever surcease,
And grief of compassion finds greeting
Where the war-song of waters is peace;
Where the roar of the strife-smitten world
Is drowned in the chant of the sea,
Lo! the banner of peace is unfurled,
And the soul in its thraldom is free.
W. C. Scully.
