THEY got me into the Sunday-school In Spoon River And tried to get me to drop Confucius for Jesus. I could have been no worse off If I had tried to get them to drop Jesus for Confucius. For, without any warning, as if it were a prank, And sneaking up behind me, Harry Wiley, The minister's son, caved my ribs into my lungs, With a blow of his fist. Now I shall never sleep with my ancestors in Pekin, And no children shall worship at my grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREAT CAROUSAL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER AN ODE TO THE FRAMERS OF THE FRAME BILL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON YOUTH AND CUPID by ELIZABETH I TO SIR HENRY GOODYERE by BEN JONSON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 11 by ALFRED TENNYSON |