Along the coast of Oregon,
When clouds at last reveal the sun,
The folks who’ve lived there oh so long,
All halt and grumble, “Something’s wrong.

One glimpse of light, of heaven kissed,
Unnerves inhabitants of mist.
Quick beam and sparkle, quickly spent,
Illuminates their discontent.

‘Tis so with all mankind it seems,
Used as we are to mundane themes,
We shun all genius since it’s dear,
And new ideas bring naught but fear.

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