The Playmate

C HILDREN

Where has he gone, our playmate?
We've sought him high and low
Where grey-green olives ripen,
Where haycocks stand a-row. . . .

E LDERS

We saw him passing down the street
An hour or so ago!

C HILDREN

Where has he gone, our comrade
Who took us by the hand
And taught us to build houses
With little heaps of sand?

E LDERS

He has gone forth to sojourn
In a far, foreign land!

C HILDREN

Nay, but he would not leave us
Who took us on his knee,
And set our fancies sailing
Like ships upon the sea. . . .

E LDERS

We think that he will never come
Again to Galilee!
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