In my life I was the town drunkard; <br />When I died the priest denied me burial <br />In holy ground. <br />The which rebounded to my good fortune. <br />For the Protestants bought this lot, <br />And buried my body here, <br />Close to the grave of the banker Nicholas, <br />And of his wife Priscilla. <br />Take note, ye prudent and pious souls, <br />Of the cross-currents in life <br />Which bring honor to the dead, who lived in shame.<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chase-henry/
