Home on High Rock

Manuscript Description: Handwritten poem by Mary Baker Eddy on unlined paper.

Editorial Note: See article by Eddy titled “The High Rock Concert” in the Lynn Weekly Reporter July 9, 1864.

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Respectfully inscribed to the HutchinsonsEditorial Note: Asa B. Hutchinson and Elizabeth B. Hutchinson.

Home on High Rock

By
Mary MB Glover–

Tis sweet to remember those soft summer hours, The myst'ry of waters, the fragrance and flowers, And how the heart sighed as we gazed o'er the strand– "The Rock be my refuge As Written: reffuge in this weary land."

And sweet to remember the strong, kindly face, The cottage, the pear trees, and womanly grace, But spire and City in treetopsAs Written:tree tops all set, In dreams we can never, O, never forget!

When music and numbers are floating to thee, From birdling or Singers overlookingAs Written:o'er looking the sea, Those fairy-likeAs Written:fairey-like minstrels that dwell on the Rock, Above the world's turmoil its envy and shock;

And thought is at work with the bygonesAs Written:bye-gones of life– And hushed are its discords, its cares and its strife, Tis sweet to remember, the joys 'twill renew– O, such were the days that my infancy knew.

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Song
Respectfully inscribed to the HutchinsonsEditorial Note: Asa B. Hutchinson and Elizabeth B. Hutchinson.

Home on High Rock

By
Mary MB Glover–

Tis sweet to remember those soft summer hours, The myst'ery of waters, the fragrance and flowers, And how the heart sighed as we gazed o'er the strand– "The Rock be my reffuge Corrected: refuge in this weary land."

And sweet to remember the strong, kindly face, The cottage, the pear trees, and womanly grace, But spire and City in tree topsCorrected:treetops all set, In dreams we can never, O, never forget!

When music and numbers are floating to thee, From birdling or Singers o'er lookingCorrected:overlooking the sea, Those fairey-likeCorrected:fairy-like minstrels that dwell on the Rock, Above the world's turmoil its envy and shock;

And thought is at work with the bye-gonesCorrected:bygones of life– And hushed are its discords, its cares and its strife, Tis sweet to remember, the joys 'twill renew– O, such were the days that my infancy knew.

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