Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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To fight aloud, is very brave - 
But gallanter, I know
Who charge within the bosom
The Calvalry of Wo - 

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.

1. Love’s Baptism
2. A Service of Song
3. Psalm of the Day
4. Renunciation
5. Resurrection

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