Becomes a boy and fit to feed himself,
So, minds at first must be spoon-fed with truth:
When they can eat, babe's nurture is withdrawn.
I fed the babe whether it would or no:
I bid the boy or feed himself or starve.
I cried once, 'That ye may believe in Christ,
Behold this blind man shall receive his sight!
I cry now, 'Urgest thou, for I am shrewd
And smile at stories how John's word could cure—
Repeat that miracle and take my faith?'