"Behold, I died for such! These hands have bled,
This side for such has pierced been," he said.
"Is the disciple greater than his Lord?
The servant than his Master?" Oh, that word!
It smote me like a sharp, two-edged sword!
And since that hour, if any work of mine
Has been accepted by my Lord as sign
That I was following in his steps divine;
If, serving others (though imperfectly),
My own poor life has worthier come to be,