The following poem by Irish poet Thomas Moore (1779-1852) accompanies this photograph in the volume pagination:

How Dear To Me The Hour.

How dear to me the hour when daylight dies,

And sunbeams melt along the silent sea,

For then sweet dreams of other days arise,

And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee.
And as I watch the line of light that plays

Along the smooth wave tow’rd the burning west,

I long to tread that golden path of rays,

And think ‘twould lead to some bright isle of rest!

Moore.