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Be Near Me
by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
Section L of In Memoriam

Be near me when my light is low,
When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick
And tingle; and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of Being slow.

Be near me when the sensuous frame
Is rack

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