That men shall never touch, or touching die.
“How strange the Boy,” one woman softly said
As back they went, their burdens on their heads.
“Yet He is Joseph’s Son,” the other spoke,
“And Joseph is my neighbor, a just man;
But not more lettered than the other men,
Your own and mine. He is not priest nor scribe
That he could teach such wisdom to his Son.
And it doth sometimes seem the Boy is wise
Beyond His years, with knowledge overmuch.”