Joyce Kilmer
[1886ÔÇô1918]
Surely the saints you loved visibly came
To welcome you, that day in Picardy —
Stephen whose dying eyes beheld his Lord,
Michael, a living blade of crystal flame,
And all the flower of heavenly chivalry
Smiling upon you, calling you by name.
Leaving your body like a broken sword
You went with them — and now, beyond our sight,
Still in the ranks of God you sing and fight,
For death to you was one more victory.
Surely the saints you loved visibly came
To welcome you, that day in Picardy —
Stephen whose dying eyes beheld his Lord,
Michael, a living blade of crystal flame,
And all the flower of heavenly chivalry
Smiling upon you, calling you by name.
Leaving your body like a broken sword
You went with them — and now, beyond our sight,
Still in the ranks of God you sing and fight,
For death to you was one more victory.
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