And silvery streams of whiteness broke
From the rough seams of old Egg Rock;
Inland arose, ’midst foliage gay,
The Lover’s Leap, with forehead grey;
With haughty front, High Rock would seek
To court the sun’s first rising beam,
And sheltered homes, and meadows rare,
Soon caught the glittering radiance there.
The early sunlight never shone
On brighter than my own old Home.