The Mote and Beam, by Mrs. Z. Porter

"Judge not that ye be not judged."

Come hither brother-I descry The being who, self righteous grown-

A naughty mote, within thine eye- To censure and to scandal prone,

To pluck it out I fain would try, Marks others faults nor mends his own,

And mend, thy clouded vision. Is a vexatious elf.

Thank ye my friend, 't would wiser seem, Like fabled frog, who did report

If thou would'st pull the pond'rous beam He'd cure disease of ev'ry sort-

From thine own eye, and thus redeem Should meet the same deserved retort

Thyself from much derision. "Physician heal; thyself.