Sunshine let it be or frost,
Storm or calm, as thou shalt choose
Though thine every gift were lost,
Thee thyself we could not lose.
“After St. Augustine” by Mary Coleridge
God, Oregon, and me
Sunshine let it be or frost,
Storm or calm, as thou shalt choose
Though thine every gift were lost,
Thee thyself we could not lose.
“After St. Augustine” by Mary Coleridge