The following poem was in the visitor center:
Were you halted marching south,
or anchored climbing to the beach?
Did you yearn for freedom through the endless years?
Is the mystic Southern Ocean,
yours to rule or empire lost?
The mists around you rain or wasted tears?
Are you prisoners or guardians,
at the clash of rock and wave?
Do you feel us gaze in wonder at your might?
You have seen the stars before us,
and beyond us you will stand.
Forever at the edge, through day and night.