Текст оригинала на английском языке
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.
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