Last of the thirteen, smallest of them all,
What canst thou bring to this world’s festival,
Where all thy sisters come with pride and power,
And bring each one a princess’ generous dower
Of gold and gems, and fruits and precious woods,
And joyous tribute of their costly goods?
What can we bring? No outward show of gain,
No pomp of state; we bring the sons of men!
Bring gold, fair sisters, yellow gold,
And gems, and all that’s fair and fine,