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.”


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