Poetry of Kansas

See That Pharisee.

Seest thou that Pharisee,
    Going up to rayer,
Telling God his pedigree
    With a lordly air ? Hear im mutter, with a sneer,
"Publican, come not thou near."
Seest thou that Pharisee,
    On the Jericho road ;
Wounded man he failed to see,
    As he upward strode ;
Temple service could not wait
On he went at auto gait.
Seest thou that Pharisee,
    In his long-tailed coat,
Peering in his neighbor's eye,
    Looking for a mote ?
Would it not far wiser seem
To remove his own big beam ?
Seest thou that Pharisee,
    Boastful, vain and proud
He is far too good to be
    Mingling with the crowd
What to him Is infidel,
Or a sinning damosel ?
Seest thou that Pharisee,
    In his white cravat,
On his big, round salary,
    Growing sleek and fat ?
With his stylish hat and cloak,
What cares he for us poor folk ?
Poor, deluded Pharisee,
    See the Saviour meek,
Sinners vile beyond degree,
    In His mercy seek.
Pharisee, just stand and wait,
While these pass the pearly gate.

__J. M. Cavaness.

Jayhawker Juleps
J. M. Cavaness
(Chanute: Tribune Pub. Co. 1913)
Page 27

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