Classic Poem

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.'