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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.

by Edgar Lee Masters
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