< Page:Emily Dickinson Poems - third series (1896).djvu
This page needs to be proofread.
158 POEMS.
��XX.
��T3LESS 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.
�� �
This article is issued from
Wikisource.
The text is licensed under Creative
Commons - Attribution - Sharealike.
Additional terms may apply for the media files.