Feel glum? Keep mum, [287].
For radiant health I praise not, [285].
For the right against the wrong, [287].
Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, [282].
Give us men! strong and stalwart, [286].
How shall we tell an angel, [282].
I lay me down to sleep, [281].
I lift my head and walk my ways, [281].
I sent my soul through the Invisible, [287].
I will not doubt though, [286].