Formless sky of sunlit wonder,
Mending the backdrop, it sets a tone -
Providing the lost with ample shelter,
And bestowing creation a gleeful home.
Sunshine refracts from crystal spires,
Of clear water painted blue.
The island\'s jewels waving swell morn! -
Encased in a golden avenue.
Chordata benign, aloof in spirit,
Align and erect a display -
That countless men would plead to see,
On the coming hour of any day!
Air of salt, as if ecstatic to bring -
Fair tidings along with best wishes it sings,
\"Set sail, good men! The weather, it is fine.\" -
And all we do hence is follow that gentle tide!