Beloved Physician
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Edgar Allan Poe
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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.
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