“I stood upon the sandy shore As evening shadows fell; The sun was sinking in the west Across the ocean swell. O’er the sea the sun was casting Each brightly tinted ray As the waves came sweeping onwards To the shore at Martins Bay. The moon was rising o’er the hills As the sun sank in the west, And her silvery light was gleaming On the ocean’s heaving breast. And those ever moving waters Sparkling brightly as they roar Are dashed in foaming billows On that wild and lonely shore. All around are wooded hills No matter where your eyes are turning; You see no human habitation Except where one lone light is burning. Here solitude doth reign supreme, All scenes are lonely and drear, But there’s music in the lonlineness Which solitude will make us hear. A whispering sound among the trees, There is music in the ocean’s roar, There’s a voice in the wandering breeze Which is sighing along the shore. And the voice of nature speaks to us In every flower that grows, And the voice of God is calling us In every breeze that blows.” PoemAlice MckenzieMartins Bay Book:The Pioneers of Martins Bay Source: The Pioneers of Martins Bay