When I Look Back Upon My Life Nigh Spent, Nigh Spent, Although The Stream As Yet Flows On, I More Of Follies Than Of Sins Repent, Less For Offence Than Love'S Shortcomings Moan. With Self, O Father, Leave Me Not Alone-- Leave Not With The Beguiler The Beguiled; Besmirched And Ragged, Lord, Take Back Thine Own: A Fool I Bring Thee To Be Made A Child.