American Romanticism

Bless God, he went as soldiers,

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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!