THINK, DRIVER, THINK

So soft, so tender and so small,
So encompassingly my all;
So wondrous that God should give me
Life moulded so exquisitely!
My baby--all my own to love,
sent just to me from heav'n above;
My heart, spirit, all glorified,
Now in a baby's soul abide.
Angels smile and o'er us hover,
Smile again as she says, "Mother!"

A wandering of little feet
Adventuring across a street;
The shriek of siren, grinding brake,
The cry a broken heart will make!
A wail of hopeless agony.
The moaningr of a man--his plea!
The silence of the one who kneels
And little heart, stilled, gently feels,
And, Oh! the stillness of a babe
In arms of childless mother laid!

Please, God, let some young mother meet
This sweet new angel, guide her feet,
That she may never miss or know
The loss of mother-love below.
Please, God, send to the mother here
New courage and new vision clear,
Again with love her heart imbue,
This mother of an angel new,
And afterwhile, somehow. some way,
Give to the driver, peace, I pray.
              -- R. A. GRADY.