A Poem

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, O, 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."
Years more the vision held its place
And looked me steadily in the face;
I speak now in a humbler tone,
And what I say is - "Christ alone."