Edgar Lee Masters

Here you will find the Poem Chase Henry of poet Edgar Lee Masters

Chase Henry

In my life I was the town drunkard; 
When I died the priest denied me burial 
In holy ground. 
The which rebounded 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.