The Newer Vainglory
Two men went up to pray; and one gave thanks,
      Not with himself—aloud,
With proclamation, calling on the ranks
      Of an attentive crowd.
“Thank God, I clap not my own humble breast,
      But other ruffians’ backs,
Imputing crime—such is my tolerant haste—
      To any man that lacks.
“For I am tolerant, generous, keep no rules,
      And the age honours me.
Thank God, I am not as these rigid fools,
      Even as this Pharisee.”

Webpage © 2001 ELC
Lane Core Jr. (
Created April 9, 2001; not revised.