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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part Four: Time and Eternity 102. 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.

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