154 AMONG THE WILD FLOWERS. 
Linger then, O purple Heather! 
Weeks still let us spend together 
Whilst the sunbeam yet is warm. 
Then, when thy sweet hue is changing, 
And cold blasts are wildly ranging 
O’er the deep-brown mountain side, 
All throughout the dreary weather 
We'll recall the purple Heather, 
Our wild landscape’s beauteous pride ! 
H. W. 
