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."

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.