purple-glass

Updated: May 5, 2025

There the morning star hung in a haze of glory. The Altar itself was of granite slabs and masses. Before it burnt a purple-glass lamp, hung by chains of native smithy-work, rather incongruously heavy, I thought. But who was I to cavil at this jewel of a shrine in our wilderness? 'Where are we to sleep? I asked. 'Here, before the Altar, said Greenwood solemnly.

Arthur Shearly Cripps - Cinderella in the South: Twenty-Five South African Tales