The long search ended! Half hidden in a thicket grave His wasted little body lay,— The end to all the mother's hopes and fears and prayers, Wondering, watching, waiting A few short miles away! We still the end must wait! A people made repentant for their sins, A people moved at last to dedicate Their strength and will to end this reign of crime, This trafficking in human life for gain! O God, If any God there be, This Baby's life, This Mother's pain, Let not this double price be paid in vain! |