WAYWARD LIGHTS. A journey taken, now begun, on stoney ground, Side the seeds and Ears of Golden, Way, away from Morwenna and the Baptist, Now one flesh you Pilgrims and strangers That call, See in their Garden of Stones, Erect, Death white the Face of Caledonia Is history past and in the making, For the God of this age did blind the Eyes Of the believer, Unto the hills, from whence cometh their help. With wayward lights ,but for booty of violent passion, All to grief on rocks of Cornish air. Rev'd Stephen Hawker, 1834