Flecked by ocean breeze and white-winged sail.
While in the foreground looking toward the sky
Are silent emblems of a past travail.
Hallowed the ground whereon they humbly dwelt,
Where now in honor sleep our reverend sires;
Where once in life they oft’ devoutly knelt
And asked for guidance only faith inspires.
What wealth of legend, yea, what wealth of lore,
Abounds along this tranquil Pilgrim shore!
The oldest stones in order of dates on the hill are those of: