...! the sorrow deepens down, Whose muffled motions blindly drown The bases of my life in tears. 71 BE near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps,...Being slow. Be near me when the sensuous frame Is rack'd with pangs that conquer trust, And time, a maniac, scattering dust, And life, a Fury, slinging...

...! the sorrow deepens down, Whose muffled motions blindly drown The bases of my life in tears. 7l BE near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps,...Being slow. Be near me when the sensuous frame Is rack'd with pangs that conquer trust, And time, a maniac, scattering dust, And life, a Fury, slinging...

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...the sorrow deepens down, Whose muffled motions blindly drown The bases of my life in tears. XLIX. BE near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps,...Being slow. Be near me when the sensuous frame Is rack'd with pangs that conquer trust, And Time, a maniac, scattering dust, And Life, a Fury, slinging...

...Tennyson in that volume where every phase of grief is analysed, came home to her poor heart : " Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps,...frame Is racked with pangs that conquer trust ; And 1'ime, a maniac, scattering dust ; And Life, a fury, slinging flame. " Be near me when my faith is...

...life in tears. ' ', i I i . • ,\ 72 XLIX. BE near me when my light is low, When the blood ereeps, and the nerves prick And tingle : and the heart is...Being slow. Be near me when the sensuous frame Is rack'd with pangs that conquer trust; And Time, a maniac scattering dust, And Life, a Fury slinging...

...the sorrow deepens down, Whose muffled motions blindly drown The bases of my life in tears. XLIX. BE near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the nerves piick And tingle ; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of Being slow. Be near me when the sensuous...

...rest Prepared upon the Saviour's breast For babes unconscious borne on Calvary to be blest. KERLE. Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps,...is sick, And all the wheels of being slow. Be near mo when the sensuous frame Is racked with pangs that conquer trust, And time, a maniac, scattering...

...and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of Being slow. Be near me when the sensuous frame Is rack'd with pangs that conquer trust; And Time, a maniac scattering dust, And Life, a Fury slinging flame. 8 Be near me when my faith is dry, And men the flies of latter spring, That lay their eggs, and sting...

...will it not, be preferable to one that must come to all when our -light is low. When the blood weeps and the nerves prick And tingle ; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of Being slow.' Happy for us at that time if our race has been profitably run, and if we have not misused those intervals...