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dickinson-series03_128-1896	dickinson	dickinson-series03_128-1896	1896		.txt	text/plain	46	2	89	Poem XX. 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.	cache/dickinson-series03_128-1896.txt	txt/dickinson-series03_128-1896.txt