Emily Dickinson

Bless God, He Went As Soldiers

poem 147

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!

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