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].