My Parents Bow, And Lead Them Forth, For All The Crowd To See - Ah Well! The People Might Not Care To Cheer A Dwarf Like Me. They Little Know How I Could Love, How I Could Plan And Toil, To Swell Those Drudges' Scanty Gains, Their Mites Of Rye And Oil. They Little Know What Dreams Have Been My Playmates, Night And Day; Of Equal Kindness, Helpful Care, A Mother'S Perfect Sway. Now Earth To Earth In Convent Walls, To Earth In Churchyard Sod: I Was Not Good Enough For Man, And So Am Given To God. Bertrich In The Eifel, 1851.