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King Robert of Sicily And when they were alone, the Angel said, 'Art thou the king?' Then, bowing down his head, King Robert crossed both hands upon his breast, And meekly answered him: 'Thou knowest best! My sins as scarlet are; let me go hence, And in some cloister's school of penitence, Across those stones that pave the way to heaven Walk barefoot, till my guilty soul is shriven!' The Angel smiled, and from his radiant face A holy light illumined all the place, And through the open window, loud and clear, They heard the monks chant in the chapel near, Above the stir and tumult of the street: 'He has put down the mighty from their seat, And has exalted them of low degree!' And through the chant a second melody Rose like the throbbing of a single string, 'I am an angel, and thou art the king!' King Robert, who was standing near the throne, Lifted his eyes, and lo! he was alone! But all apparelled as in days of old, With ermined mantle, and with cloth of gold; And when his courtiers came they found him there, Kneeling upon the floor, absorbed in silent prayer.

We think it would be scarcely possible to find a more pointed illustration of the purifying, humanising, and refining nature of Christianity, than to observe the course pursued by this story. Among Buddhists the false king is vivified by a crafty rogue's infused soul; among Jews he is a transformed devil; but among Christians he is an angel of light. 255