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
written byMary Elizabeth Coleridge
© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
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.
© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge