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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.

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The pulse beats ten and intermits;

God shield the soul that ne'er forgets.

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The pulse beats ten and intermits;

God guide the soul that ne'er forgets.

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. . . so tired, so weary,

The soft head bows, the sweet eyes close,

The faithful heart yields to repose.