Of the House of Israel!  Then I worshipped Him,
Saying:  Lord help me!  And He answered me,
It is not meet to take the children’s bread
And cast it unto dogs!  Truth, Lord, I said;
And yet the dogs may eat the crumbs which fall
From off their master’s table; and he turned,
And answered me; and said to me:  O woman,
Great is thy faith; then be it unto thee
Even as thou wilt.  And from that very hour
Thou wast made whole, my darling! my delight!

THE DAUGHTER. 
There came upon my dark and troubled mind
A calm, as when the tumult of the City
Suddenly ceases, and I lie and hear
The silver trumpets of the Temple blowing
Their welcome to the Sabbath.  Still I wonder,
That one who was so far away from me
And could not see me, by his thought alone
Had power to heal me.  Oh that I could see Him!

THE MOTHER. 
Perhaps thou wilt; for I have brought thee here
To keep the holy Passover, and lay
Thine offering of thanksgiving on the altar. 
Thou mayst both see and hear Him.  Hark!

VOICES afar off. 
                 Hosanna!

THE DAUGHTER. 
A crowd comes pouring through the city gate! 
O mother, look!

VOICES in the street. 
                      Hosanna to the Son
Of David!

THE DAUGHTER. 
          A great multitude of people
Fills all the street; and riding on an ass
Comes one of noble aspect, like a king! 
The people spread their garments in the way,
And scatter branches of the palm-trees!

VOICES. 
                               Blessed
Is he that cometh in the name of the Lord! 
Hosanna in the highest!

OTHER VOICES. 
                        Who is this?

VOICES. 
Jesus of Nazareth!

THE DAUGHTER. 
                  Mother, it is he!

VOICES. 
He hath called Lazarus of Bethany
Out of his grave, and raised him from the dead! 
Hosanna in the highest!

PHARISEES. 
                       Ye perceive
That nothing we prevail.  Behold, the world
Is all gone after him!

THE DAUGHTER. 
                     What majesty,
What power is in that care-worn countenance! 
What sweetness, what compassion!  I no longer
Wonder that he hath healed me!

VOICES. 
                     Peace in heaven,
And glory in the highest!

PHARISEES. 
                      Rabbi!  Rabbi! 
Rebuke thy followers!

CHRISTUS. 
         Should they hold their peace
The very stones beneath us would cry out!

THE DAUGHTER. 
All hath passed by me like a dream of wonder! 
But I have seen Him, and have heard his voice,
And I am satisfied!  I ask no more!

II

SOLOMON’S PORCH