The following, said to be an early, unpublished poem by , seems one of his most spirited and spiritual productions.
THE day was Easter, like a dying God in pain,
The organ groaned aloud;
The while the sunlight, chastened by the window's stain,
Fell on a motley crowd;
On lord and peasant, prince and pariah, who bore,
As down the aisle they trod,
As they had prospered, each according to his store,
An Easter gift to God.
