“Seldom must you speak,” spoke his father
“Man’s dignity falls on your shoulder.”
Imprisoned by the cold stone of time
Heaven’s boisterous brass bells did chime
Hence, sober and staid was He become
Frivolity was what He hailed from
Natheless, stood immured in the howl of
Heaven’s fervent fiery face above
Within Himself, a stirred rebellion
His pulse preached glory, a proud felon
The stone fractured; undignified
Heaven’s weary weepers rectified
The command came unraveled from doom
Oh! The liberation! The drums boom!
Heaven did chime, with glory and with joy
For such was their hope of the boy
