The King Edward's Quiet Crown

 

From exile’s shores to England’s throne he came,

A gentle king, in peace his reign was framed;

Taxes eased, the poor he clothed with care,

He ruled with prayer and mercy everywhere.

He vowed to walk where saints before had trod,

And built at Westminster God’s house to laud;

In vows of chastity with queen he stood,

As brother-sister bound by holy good.

He touched the sick, and “king’s-evil” was healed,

His reign was ruled by faith, not power unsealed;

Though worldly crowns he might have refused,

His crown of virtue left the realm infused.

His body lies in hallowed ground,

A king in death, with saintly grace crowned.