20 The Khan's Canticles
I'll dress it in white like the angels
That wait for my darling above.
' Oh, pity me not, for my bosom
Is thrilled with a wondrous delight,
For a beautiful angel in Heaven
Is calling me ' mother ' to-night.
' To think that my baby is walking
The path that its Savior has trod,
To-night He is welcoming baby
For of such is the Kingdom of God.'