Explore "Chase Henry" by Edgar Lee Masters on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
In life I was the town drunkard;
When I died the priest denied me burial / In holy ground.
The which redounded to my good fortune.
For the Protestants bought this lot, / And buried my body here, / Close to the grave of the banker Nicholas, / And of his wife Priscilla.
Take note, ye prudent and pious souls, / Of the cross-currents in life / Which bring honor to the dead, who lived in shame.