I am this house upon a hill,
An abode of bliss, a Home, where time stands still.
Since 1830, have I stood my ground,
Weathering the winds of change, which swept all around.

Come Ye Traveller step back with me in time,
As history unfolds and stories are told, of people, of places, of treasures divine.
Revel in my grandeur, my old world charm behold,
The warmth with which I nurture those, who come within my fold...