240 THE CELESTIAL SABBATH. That reaching home-"The night," they said, "is near, We need not now be parted-sojourn here.” Che Celestial Sabbath. THE golden palace of my God, Conduct me to thy glorious throne ! My Saviour and my God. RUSSIAN POETRY. The Baur of Prayer. CHILD, amidst the flowers at play, Mother, with thy earnest eye, Traveller, in the stranger's land, Warrior that from battle won, Woman o'er the lowly slain, MRS. HEMANS. Rachel Weeping for her Children. O WEEP not o'er thy children's tomb, The bud is cropp'd by martyrdom, Firstlings of faith, the murderer's knife Though evil were their days and few, He knows them whom they never knew, weep not o'er thy children's tomb, O Rachel, weep not so; The bud is cropp'd by martyrdom, The flower in heaven shall blow. BISHOP HEBER. |