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...HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM THE SEA by ROBERT BROWNING THE BLACK FINGER by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 40 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY: THE HYMN by JOHN MILTON |