[From Poems from Manxland,1868]

KNOWEST thou the spot where the rose and the thistle, The leek and the shamrock are lovelily blent, Where shrill on the hills is the hollow wind's whistle, Where fairies by moonlight dance over the bent? 'Tis Mona the lone!-where the silver mist gathers-Pale shroud whence our wizard-chief watches unseen, O'er the breezy, the bright, the lov'd home of my fathers ; Oh Mannin, my graih, my cree ! Mannin, veg veen!

HADASSAH.

DEDICATION.

TO YOU, DEAREST HELEN⁺, I dedicate these Poems, many of them written in " The days of other years."

By you they will be valued as a remembrance of the Isle of Mann, and of your most affectionately attached sister,

ELIZABETH COOKSON.

MANXLAND,

October 7th, 1868.

[sister]