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 GAMALIEL THE SCRIBE.
When Rabban Simeon--upon whom be peace!-- Taught in these Schools, he boasted that his pen Had written no word that he could call his own, But wholly and always had been consecrated To the transcribing of the Law and Prophets.
He used to say, and never tired of saying, The world itself was built upon the Law.
And ancient Hillel said, that whosoever Gains a good name gains something for himself, But he who gains a knowledge of the Law Gains everlasting life.

And they spake truly.
Great is the Written Law; but greater still The Unwritten, the Traditions of the Elders, The lovely words of Levites, spoken first To Moses on the Mount, and handed down From mouth to mouth, in one unbroken sound And sequence of divine authority, The voice of God resounding through the ages.
The Written Law is water; the Unwritten Is precious wine; the Written Law is salt, The Unwritten costly spice; the Written Law Is but the body; the Unwritten, the soul That quickens it and makes it breathe and live.
I can remember, many years ago, A little bright-eyed school-boy, a mere stripling, Son of a Galilean carpenter, From Nazareth, I think, who came one day And sat here in the Temple with the Scribes, Hearing us speak, and asking many questions, And we were all astonished at his quickness.
And when his mother came, and said: Behold Thy father and I have sought thee, sorrowing; He looked as one astonished, and made answer, How is it that ye sought me?
Wist ye not That I must be about my Father's business?
Often since then I see him here among us, Or dream I see him, with his upraised face Intent and eager, and I often wonder Unto what manner of manhood he hath grown! Perhaps a poor mechanic like his father, Lost in his little Galilean village And toiling at his craft, to die unknown And he no more remembered among men.
CHRISTUS, in the outer court.
The Scribes and Pharisees sit in Moses' seat; All, therefore, whatsoever they command you, Observe and do; but follow not their works They say and do not.