Bless God, he went as soldiers

Dickinson included this poem in one of her earliest fascicles. An early posthumous editor is likely responsible for extracting it from the booklet and vigorously crossing out the poem on the back. 

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!