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 on rules, And the age honours me. Thank God, I am not as these rigid fools, Even as this Pharisee." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER DRAW THE SWORD, O REPUBLIC by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ANTONY AND [OR, TO] CLEOPATRA by WILLIAM HAINES LYTLE SEVEN AGES OF MAN, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE BURNING BABE by ROBERT SOUTHWELL |