I saw fond lovers in that glow <br />That oft-times fades away too soon: <br />I saw and said, 'Their joy I know- <br />I, too, have had my honeymoon.' <br /> <br /> <br />A young expectant mother's gaze <br />Held earth and heaven within its scope: <br />My thoughts went back to holy days- <br />I said, 'I, too, have known that hope.' <br /> <br /> <br />I saw a stricken mother swayed <br />By sorrow's storm, like wind-blown grass: <br />I said, 'I, too, dismayed <br />Have seen the little white hearse pass.' <br /> <br /> <br />I saw a matron rich with years <br />Walk radiantly beside her mate: <br />I blessed them, and said through my tears, <br />'I, too, have known that high estate.' <br /> <br /> <br />I saw a woman swathed in black <br />So blind with grief she could not see: <br />I said, 'Not far need I look back- <br />I, too, have known Gethsemane.' <br /> <br /> <br />I saw a face so full of light, <br />It seemed with all God's truths to shine: <br />I said, 'I, too, have found my sight, <br />I, too, have touched the Fact Divine.'<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-too-8/
