Bless God, He Went As Soldiers

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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!

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (1)

Wow. Very intense. I love her imagery and descriptions.