Beyond, ihe moorland has its wealth 



Of pink and purple, blue and gold ; 

 Heather and gorse, whose breath gives health, 



And ling, a hive of bees that hold : — 

 And when there's moisture in the brake, 



The clammy sundew's glistening glands 

 'Mid carmine foliage boldly make 



Slaves of invading insect hands." 



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