Old Man.—
Yes, peace is thine!
I would, I would to God, such peace were mine.
(Enter a little child, led by its mother. The little one kneels beside the bench where the other child is laid.)
Little Child.—
Gentle Jesus, meek and mild,
Look upon a little child,
Pity my simplicity,
And suffer me to come to thee!
(The mother lifts the little one from its knees and carries it away.)