147 <br /> <br />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!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bless-god-he-went-as-soldiers/
