Old Seneca stands as a Sentinel.

Seneca Rocks

by Grace Yoke White from "Unhoarded Gold"

Old Seneca stands like a great gray hall,

With steeples and turrets and gables of granite;

It stands majestic, gigantic and tall

In the snows of winter and the breezes of spring.

Seneca Rocks was the home of the giants old

Who carved the peaks of Old Spruce Knob;

They lived and wrought on their fortress bold;

Now their spirit keeps watch at the twilight hour.

I heard the Spirit in the rustle of leaves

As the sunset gilded the tallest turret;

The Spirit whispered through the summer breeze,

"I still stand guard for my mountain people."

What a heritage to dwell where Old Seneca stands

And towers aloft to the rock-ribbed heights;

It stands to guard from all alien hands

The verdant hills and the peaceful vales.