THE sea is purpled by the dying sun,

The restless waves are tinged with Tyrian hue,

And purple clouds are hung upon the blue

Of heaven, until the heaven and sea are one.

Where ends the sea? Where is the sky begun?


I, floating in an Indian canoe,

With all these glories round me, with the view

Expanding, as the waves I ride upon

Lift up their haughty heads, - could I not sail

Until I reached the line where sea and sky

Are blended into one infinity?

Could I not float out on the sea of space,

And learn new wonders from behind the veil

Which hides from us God's everlasting face?

II. DEMUTH.The day fades, and the solemn mystic night