Chapter II

At evening He loved to walk
Among the shadowy hills, and talk
Of Bethlehem;
But if perchance there passed us by
The paschal lambs, He'd look at them
In silence, long and tenderly;
And when again He'd try to speak,
I've seen the tears upon His cheek.

ST. THERESA AND THE CHILD

"Who art thou, son?" The little stranger smiled,
"And who art _thou_?" Whereto she made reply,
"Theresa I of Jesus am, my child."
He--radiant--"Jesus of Theresa I."

TRADITION

When home our blessed Lord was gone,
His mother lived alone with John;
For each had secrets to impart
That Love had taught them both _by heart_.

TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES:

Text in italics is surrounded with underscores: _italics_.

Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been retained from the original.