WERE you not ashamed, fellow citizens, When my estate was probated and everyone knew How small a fortune I left? -- You who hounded me in life, To give, give, give to the churches, to the poor, To the village! -- me who had already given much. And think you not I did not know That the pipe-organ, which I gave to the church, Played its christening songs when Deacon Rhodes, Who broke the bank and all but ruined me, Worshipped for the first time after his acquittal? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE RHINE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES THE BOSTON EVENING TRANSCRIPT by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT ULTIMA VERITAS by WASHINGTON GLADDEN THE PROPHECY OF SAMUEL SEWALL by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A DAY OF DAYS by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM RESURRECTION SONG by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES OBSERVATIONS ON A FEW VERSES OF HORACE by JOHN BYROM THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE PHYSICIAN'S TALE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |