New Heaven

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Paradise now has many a Knight,
  Many a lordkin, many lords,
Glimmer of armor, dinted and bright,
  The young Knights have put on new swords.

Some have barely down on the lip,
  Smiling yet from the new-won spurs,
Their wounds are rubies, glowing and deep,
  Their scars amethyst-glorious scars.

Michael’s army hath many new men,
  Gravest Knights that may sit in stall
Kings and Captains, a shining train,
  But the little young Knights are dearest of all.

Paradise now is the soldiers land
  Their own country its shining sod,
Comrades all in a merry band;
  And the young Knights’ Laughter pleaseth God.

© Katharine Tynan