THE PURPLE EVENING. IMITATED FROM THE GERMAN. By the Author of Stray Leaves.' THOU lovely, smiling, evening ray, So martyrs smile amid the fire, How glow the hills, so softly bright! The day-star smiles on evening's grave The swan glides o'er the purple wave. Sun, fair image of our God! Far onwards, to our last abode, Thou lov'st to guide the wanderer's course |