Classic Poem

When the summer day is over
And its busy cares have flown,
I sit beneath the starlight,
With a weary heart alone.
Then rises like a vision,
Sparkling bright in Nature's glee,
My own dear Ellan Vannin
And its green hills by the sea!

Then I hear the wavelets murmur
As they kiss the fairy shore,
And beneath the emerald waters
Sings the Mermaid — as of yore.
And the Fair Isle shines in beauty,
As in youth it dawn'd on me, —
My own dear Ellan Vannin
And its green hills by the sea.

Then memories — sweet and tender —
Come, like music's plaintive flow,
Of the hearts in Ellan Vannin
That loved me, long ago.
And I give, with tears and blessings,
My fondest thoughts to thee,
My own dear Ellan Vannin
And thy green hills by the sea!