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 and all but ruined me,
Worshipped for the first time after his acquittal?
Nicholas Bindle
Analysis, meaning and summary of Edgar Lee Masters's poem Nicholas Bindle
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