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Bless God, he went as soldiers

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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