Erica herbacea 
EARLY DWARF HEATH. 
Where’er Creation’s works obtain, 
’Neath Afric’s Sun, or Greenland’s sky. 
On snowy waste, or arid plain, 
I cheer the languid trav’ler’s eye: 
And yet no balmy sighs I heave. 
Though oft unseen my beauties shine, 
But in my gentle whispers breathe, 
“ The hand that made me is divine,” 
