Ebook The Beacon

Little brooks gush out from the hill to swell larger rivers beneath, and there are many water springs within her; for armature she has the granite; her ves ture is the great and lesser furze, brake fern and heath. Marsh ?owers adorn her and the fragrant shrub that haunts water. Her jewels, the sphagna mosses, make light by spring and mire; they gleam, there in emerald and pale gold, here with orange and the colour of red wine. Cotton grass nods its pearls, and the seeding rush enriches every bog with russet and tawny.