Come, for the soft low sunlight calls,
We lose the pleasant hours;
‘Tis lovelier than these cottage walls,–
That seat among the flowers.
And I will learn of thee a prayer,
To Him, who gave a home so fair,
A lot so blessed as ours–
The God who made, for thee and me,
This sweet lone isle amid the sea.
–William Cullen Bryant, from ‘A Song of Pitcairn’s Island’