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.