Life may be given in many ways,
And loyalty to Truth be sealed
As bravely in the closet as the field.
Commemoration Ode.
My soul went forth, and, mingling with the tree,
Danced in the leaves; or, floating in the cloud,
Saw its white double in the stream below.
Under the Willows.
Not always unimpeded can I pray,
Nor, pitying saint, thine intercession claim.