Within my earthly temple, there's a crowd;
There's one of us that's humble, one that's proud,
There's one that's broken hearted for his sins,
There's one that's unrepentant sits and grins:
There's one that loves hIs neighbor as himself.
And one that cares for naught but fame and pelf.
From much corroding care I should be free
If I could once determine which is me.
- Edward Sanford Martin
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