Beloved Physician
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.
[. . .]
[. . .]
The pulse beats ten and intermits;
God guide the soul that ne’er forgets.
[. . .]
[. . .] so tired, so weary,
The soft head bows, the sweet eyes close,
The faithful heart yields to repose.
Edgar Allan Poe
This poem was never published during Poe’s lifetime and only fragments remain of the original piece.