Classic Poem

O lord, I thank Thee for my wealth
And all the blessings which it buys:
The joys of travel, freedom, health,
And power that even law defies.
Learned though I am not, when I speak,
Applause attends, and deference meek.

Fair women woo me with their smiles;
Perhaps they love not — who can tell?
So sweetly skillful are their wiles,
Deception pleases me as well.
I enter halls of wealth and pride,
And worth and honor stand aside.

I thank Thee, Lord, that all my life
Thy special favor hovers o'er,
Guarding it well from vulgar strife.
And, Lord, I do respect Thee more
That Thou hast had the wit to see
The difference 'twixt the mob and me.