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 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 honors me. Thank God, I am not as these rigid fools,        Even as this Pharisee."

THE FOLDED FLOCK

I saw the shepherd fold the sheep, With all the little lambs that leap.

O Shepherd Lord, so I would be Folded with all my family.

Or go they early, come they late, Their mother and I must count them eight.