“The world, I thought, belonged to me—
Goods, gold, and people, land and sea—.
Where’er I walked beneath God’s sky,
In those old days, my word was I.’
Years passed: there flashed my pathway near
The fragment of a Vision dear;
My former word no more sufficed,
And what I said was— ‘I and Christ.’
But, oh, the more I looked on Him.
His glory grew, while mine grew dim:
I shrank so small, He towered so high
All I dared say was— ‘Christ and I!’