given to Really-Is in the little house beside the road. "_The Crown is
not the kingdom, nor is one King because he wears a crown._"

Then even as he stood the Pilgrim saw the sad Night preparing to depart.
Far away beyond the stars the first faint light of the morning touched
the sky. Slowly the world began to awake. Slowly the message in the
stars was lost in the dawning greater light of A New Day.

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AND THE FOURTH VOICE WAS THE VOICE OF THE NEW DAY.


[Illustration: And the Fourth Voice Was the Voice
of the New Day (see king010.png)]

It was gray dawn when the Pilgrim turned once more to his couch in The
Quiet Room.

Without the Temple, tree and bush and plant and grass were beginning to
stir with fresh and joyous strength, while the clean air was rich with
the smell of the earth life and filled with murmuring, twittering,
whispering, morning calls. Through the open window, into The Quiet Room
where the Pilgrim lay, the Bright Morning entered, and out of the
Morning came the glad, glad Voice of the New Day.

Said this Voice to the Pilgrim: "To thee, O Hadji, I come from the
Infinite Future. The interminable, eternal times that are to come, that