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Bless God, he went as soldiers

by Emily Dickinson, 1896

Bless God, he went as soldiers,
  His musket on his breast;
Grant, God, he charge the bravest
  Of all the martial blest.

Please God, might I behold him
  In epauletted white,
I should not fear the foe then,
  I should not fear the fight.

Published in Poems by Emily Dickinson: Third Series

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