King
Edward,
Zealous
for Christ,
King
Edward,
The
Church he was building.
The
holy youth,
Enemies
he made.
The
holy youth,
By
his kin was betrayed.
Stabbed
in his side,
Was
dragged by his horse.
Stabbed
in his side,
His
life cut short.
A
pillar of light,
O’er
his grave appeared.
A
pillar of light,
His
righteousness showed.
***
O
Southland,
God-loving
and young.
O
Southland,
Toward
Truth was walking.
The
pleasant folk,
Enemies
she made.
The
pleasant folk,
By
Northmen betrayed.
Plunged
into war,
Her
right arm she lost.
Plunged
into war,
A
cripple became.
In
darkness she lies,
Till
St Edward she seeks.
In
darkness she lies,
Till
his Faith receives.
An
account of his life is on this page:
--
Holy
Ælfred the Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð, unworthy though we are!
Anathema
to the Union!
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