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Poems, Series 3: XX. Bless God, he went as soldiers

XX. 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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