Bless God, He Went As Soldiers
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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!
Emily Dickinson
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