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!

Autore: Emily Dickinson

Bless God, he went as soldiers,<br />His musket on his breast—<br />Grant God, he charge the bravest<br />Of all the martial blest!<br /><br />Please God, might I behold him<br />In epauletted white—<br />I should not fear the foe then—<br />I should not fear the fight! - Emily Dickinson

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