I 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.