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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American poet known for her unconventional use of form and syntax. Most of her work was published posthumously.

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