1. [The Beloved Physician]

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The pulse beats ten and intermits. 

God nerve the soul that ne’er forgets 

In calm or storm, by night or day, 

Its steady toil, its loyalty. [...] 

* * *

The pulse beats ten and intermits. 

God shield the soul that ne’er forgets.

[...] 

* * *

The pulse beats ten and intermits. 

God guide the soul that ne’er forgets.

[...] 

IX

[...] so tired, so weary, 

The soft head bows, the sweet eyes close; 

The faithful heart yields to repose.