1. Yee Bow

    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 Peking,
    And no children shall worship at my grave.

    By Edgar Lee Masters.