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Shapes of Clay

by Ambrose Bierce

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To-Day

I saw a man who knelt in prayer,
  And heard him say:
“I’ll lay my inmost spirit bare
      To-day.

“Lord, for to-morrow and its need
  I do not pray;
Let me upon my neighbor feed
      To-day.

“Let me my duty duly shirk
  And run away
From any form or phase of work
      To-day.

“From Thy commands exempted still
  Let me obey
The promptings of my private will
      To-day.

“Let me no word profane, no lie
  Unthinking say
If anyone is standing by
      To-day.

“My secret sins and vices grave
  Let none betray;
The scoffer’s jeers I do not crave
        To-day.

“And if to-day my fortune all
  Should ebb away,
Help me on other men’s to fall
        To-day.

“So, for to-morrow and its mite
  I do not pray;
Just give me everything in sight
        To-day.”

I cried: “Amen!” He rose and ran
  Like oil away.
I said: “I’ve seen an honest man
        To-day.”

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