Oh earth! receive upon thy breast
The weary trav'ller to his rest.
4Oh God, extend thy arms of love,
A spirit seeketh thee above!
Ye heav'nly palaces unclose,
Receive the weary to repose!
579. C. M. L. H. Sigourney.
Burial of a Friend.
1As, bowed by sudden storms, the rose
Sinks on the garden's breast,