Explore "Yee Bow" by Edgar Lee Masters on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
They got me into the Sunday school / In Spoon River / And tried to get me to drop Confucius for Jesus.
I could have been no worse off / If I had tried to get them to drop Jesus for Confucius.
For, without any warning, as if it were a prank, / And sneaking up behind me, Harry Wiley, / The minister's son, caved my ribs into my lungs, / With a blow of his fist.
Now I shall never sleep with my ancestors in Pekin, / And no children shall worship at my grave.