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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His musket on his --
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