Gustav Holst
Margrete’s Cradle Song
Now roof and rafters blend
With the starry vault on high
Now flieth little Hākon
On dreamwings through the sky

There mounts a mighty stairway
From earth to God's own land
There Hakon with the angels goes
Climbing hand in hand

God's angel-babes are watching
Thy cot, the still night through
God bless thee, little Hakon
Thy mother watcheth too