  Fair summer home peninsula, Enriched by every breeze From fragrant islands, wafted far Across the sunny seas! A profile rare! a height of land Outlined 'gainst heaven's blue With bolder touch than skillful hand Of artist ever drew. In "mountain billows" that parade The grandeur of the deep, Is His supremacy displayed Whose hands the waters keep. No sweep of waves, in broad expanse, With wild, weird melody, "There shall be no more sea!" A wealth of joy-perfected days, Where glorious sunset dyes, Resplendent in declining rays, Surpass Italia's skies! Proud caravansaries that compete In studied arts to please The multitude, with restless feet, From earth's antipodes! A motley company astray: The sojourner for health, The grave, serene, the devotÉe Of fashion and of wealth. Artistic cottages upreared In beauty, strength, and skill— The happy, healthful homes endeared To lovers of Watch Hill! A golden crown adorns the spot; Forever blessed be The hand beneficent that wrought "A temple by the sea!" In glory it shall be, For truly, "I will honor them," Saith God, "who honor me." When Christians meet to praise and pray, May feet that never trod The sanctuary learn the way Unto the house of God. Glad pÆans down the centuries With joy the world shall thrill: "The Lord, revered and honored, is The glory of Watch Hill!" |
|
