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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, And one who unrepentant, sits and grms. There's one who loves his neighbor as himself, And one who cares for naught but fame and self. From much corroding care would I be free If once I could determine which is Me. Edward Sandford Martin
