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Editor: Huub de Lange (submitted 2006-12-02).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 87 kB   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: Be near me when my light is low
Composer: Huub de Lange
Lyricist: Alfred Tennyson

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 2006

Description: #2 from 4 Tennyson Elegies, recent musical settings of "Elegies in Memoriam A.H.H." (Elegies 67, 50, 12 and 14)

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Original text and translations

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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 if 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.

Be near me when my faith is dry,
And men the flies of latter spring,
That lay their eggs, and sting and sing
And weave their petty cells and die.

Be near me when I fade away,
To point the term of human strife,
And on the low dark verge of life
The twilight of eternal day.