What do I fear?
Little hands, will you ever be clenched in anguish?
White little limbs, will you droop and languish?
Nay, what do I hear?
I hear a shouting, far away,
You shall ride on a kingly palm-strewn way
Some day!
But when you are crowned with a golden crown
And throned on a golden throne,
You'll forget the manger of Bethlehem town