California sunshine, and other verses . That Sunshine in search of flowersUp the trail had wandered away,And I, who had forgotten God,In my agony knelt to pray. I thought of the icy-cold windsFrom peaks of eternal snow,Of cruel, hungry, prowling wolves,And of chasms that yawned below. Half-dazed with terror I stumbledUp the canyon wild with search for my little daughter,My Sunshine with bright goldenhair. 6

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