“Wait a minute,” said Kate.
It was another of the hymn-sheets, with a Hymn of Quetzalcoatl.
“See, Niña, the new hymn from last evening.”
Kate took the leaflet and sat upon her bed to read it.
Quetzalcoatl Looks Down on Mexico.
Jesus had gone far up the dark slope, when he looked back.
Quetzalcoatl, my brother! he called. Send me my images,
And the images of my mother, and the images of my saints.
Send me them by the swift way, the way of the sparks,
That I may hold them like memories in my arms when I go to sleep.