"To fight aloud, is very brave..."
by Emily Dickinson
But gallanter, I know
Who charge within the bosom
The Calvalry of Woe--
Who win, and nations do not see--
Who fall--and none observe--
Whose dying eyes, no Country
Regards with patriot love--
We trust, in plumed procession
For such, the Angels go--
Rank after Rank, with even feet--
And Uniforms of Snow.
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