Watch Hill.

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,     Shall thus an unseen world enhance -         "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 devote         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!"     A star in some bright diadem         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 pans down the centuries         With joy the world shall thrill:     "The Lord, revered and honored, is         The glory of Watch Hill!"