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“And the old lady told her of the most beautiful
thing the world had ever seen—of the life of that
child while he remained on the earth among the
wicked people who would not acknowledge him
as their king. She told her how the child became
a man, while wonderful miracles ever surrounded
him.
“All on earth served and loved him, all but men.
The fish allowed themselves to be caught in his net,
bread filled his baskets, water turned to wine when
he wished it. But men gave him no golden crown,
no glittering throne. There were no courtiers to bow
before him. They allowed him to go away and live
as a beggar.
“Yet he was so good to them—he healed their
sick, gave sight to the blind, and raised the dead.
“‘But,’ said the old lady, ‘men would not receive
him as their lord. They sent their soldiers against
him and took him prisoner. They mocked him,
dressing him in a silken mantle and a crown and
sceptre, and made him bear his heavy cross to the
place of execution.
“‘Oh, my child! the good king loved the hills.
At night he used to ascend thither and hold
converse with the dwellers of the heavens, and he liked
to sit on the side of a mountain in the daytime and
talk to the listening multitude. But now they led
him up the mountain to crucify him. They drove
nails through his hands and feet, and hung the good
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