Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс)
Nicholas Bindle
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?
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