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!
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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i think that it is a good poem for a family that has a family member in the war or has fought in a war.