A Poem in Memory of England's Beloved King
|A Poem in Memory of England's Beloved King
written by John Masefield
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This man was king in England's direst need;
In the black-battled years when hope was gone,
His courage was a flag, men rallied on;
His steadfast spirit showed him king indeed.
And when the war was ended, when the thought
Of revolution took its hideous place,
His courage and his kindness and his grace
Scattered (or charmed) its ministers to nought.
No king, of all our many, has been proved
By time so savage to the thrones of kings
Nor won more simple triumph over fate,
He was most royal among royal things,
Most thoughtful for the meanest in his state;
The best, the gentlest and the most beloved.
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