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“But there is no king!” cried Rodolph. “It is a lie; there is no king!”

Yet everywhere he went he heard always of the king; the king’s name and the king’s praises were on every tongue; ay, and the things that had no voices seemed to wear the king’s name written upon them, until Rodolph neither saw nor heard anything that did not mind him of the king.

Then, in great anger, Rodolph said: “I will go to the mountain-tops; there I shall find no birds, nor trees, nor brooks, nor flowers to prate of a monarch no one has ever seen. There shall there be no sea to vex me with its murmurings, nor any human voice to displease me with its superstitions.”

So Rodolph went to the mountains, and he scaled the loftiest pinnacle, hoping that there at last he might hear no more of that king whom none had ever seen. And as he stood upon the pinnacle, what a mighty panorama was spread before him, and what a mighty anthem swelled upon his ears! The peopled plains, with their songs and murmurings, lay far below; on every side the mountain peaks loomed up in snowy grandeur; and overhead he saw the sky, blue, cold, and cloudless, from horizon to horizon.

What voice was that which spoke in Rodolph’s bosom then as Rodolph’s eyes beheld this revelation?

“There is a king!” said the voice. “The king lives, and this is his abiding-place!”

And how did Rodolph’s heart stand still when he felt Silence proclaim the king,–not in tones of thunder, as the tempest had proclaimed him, nor in the singing voices of the birds and brooks, but so swiftly, so surely, so grandly, that Rodolph’s soul was filled with awe ineffable.

Then Rodolph cried: “There is a king, and I acknowledge him! Henceforth my voice shall swell the songs of all in earth and air and sea that know and praise his name!”

So Rodolph went to his home. He heard the cricket singing of the king; yes, and the sparrows under the eaves, the thrush in the hedge, the doves in the elms, and the brook, too, all singing of the king; and Rodolph’s heart was gladdened by their music. And all the earth and the things of the earth seemed more beautiful to Rodolph now that he believed in the king; and to the song all Nature sang Rodolph’s voice and Rodolph’s heart made harmonious response.

“There is a king, my child,” said Rodolph to his little one. “Together let us sing to him, for he is our king, and his goodness abideth forever and forever.”

1885.