Hide it away! Hide it away!

MAURTEEN BRUIN.

No! no!

FATHER HART.

Because you are so young and little a child
I will go take it down.

THE CHILD.

Hide it away,
And cover it out of sight and out of mind.

FATHER HART (_takes it down and carries it towards the inner room)._

Since you have come into this barony
I will instruct you in our blessed faith:
Being a clever child you will soon learn.

(_To the others.)

We must be tender with all budding things,
Our Maker let no thought of Calvary
Trouble the morning stars in their first song.

[_Puts the crucifix in the inner room._