VII. JESUS AT PLAY WITH HIS SCHOOLMATES

JESUS. The shower is over. Let us play, And make some sparrows out of clay, Down by the river's side.

JUDAS. See, how the stream has overflowed Its banks, and o'er the meadow road Is spreading far and wide!

They draw water out of the river by channels and form little pools. JESUS makes twelve sparrows of clay, and the other boys do the same.

JESUS. Look! look how prettily I make These little sparrows by the lake Bend down their necks and drink! Now will I make them sing and soar So far, they shall return no more Unto this river's brink.

JUDAS. That canst thou not! They are but clay, They cannot sing, nor fly away Above the meadow lands!

JESUS. Fly, fly! ye sparrows! you are free! And while you live, remember me, Who made you with my hands.

Here JESUS shall clap his hands, and the sparrows shall fly away, chirruping.

JUDAS. Thou art a sorcerer, I know; Oft has my mother told me so, I will not play with thee!

He strikes JESUS in the right side.

JESUS. Ah, Judas! thou hast smote my side, And when I shall be crucified, There shall I pierced be!

Here JOSEPH shall come in and say:

JOSEPH. Ye wicked boys! why do ye play, And break the holy Sabbath day? What, think ye, will your mothers say To see you in such plight! In such a sweat and such a heat, With all that mud upon your feet! There's not a beggar in the street Makes such a sorry sight!