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