“Where Nature, unadorned, her handiwork reveals
“In lofty span, in jutting rock
“which raggedly conceals
“The bounding, breathing, living swell
“of the unfathomed deep,
“Where he who plows no furrow leaves
“nor ever stays to reap.
“Not that I love man’s work the less,
“thus do I seek thy shore,
“But that I love the handiwork
“of untouched Nature more.”
From Moss Beach Realty brochure, circa early 1900s