Break Thou my heart, dear Lord, lest I should die:
The world's gross business has so husked and grown
Round it and stricken it with death that I—
Once tounched by sorrows other lives have known—
I cannot even feel the griefs that are my own.
Thus living but as Thy dumb creatures do,
Careless, estranged from tears and inward smart,
This stark indifference, subtly creeping through