Poems (Kimball)/"It is I"
"IT IS I."
" IT is so hard!" I said, And sat within and told my troubles o'er; A hand fell softly on my bowèd head, Yet no one passed my door.
"A fancy!" then I said; "But oh! to feel that touch forevermore! Methinks, indeed, I could be comforted!" And sorrowed as before.
"No other heart can know!" Brake out my grief again with bitter cry; "And God is far— so far my faith lets go Her hold on Heaven to die!"
Then someone stoopèd low, His heart full-throbbing, as with tears, dose by: "Lord! is it Thou so movèd by my woe?" He answered, "It is I."