Poem by Edgar Lee Masters

Knowlt Hoheimer

I was the first fruits of the battle of Missionary Ridge.
When I felt the bullet enter my heart
I wished I had staid at home and gone to jail
For stealing the hogs of Curl Trenary,
Instead of running away and joining the army,
Rather a thousand times the county jail
Than to lie under this marble figure with wings,
And this granite pedestal
Bearing the words ’Pro Patria.’
What do they mean, anyway?

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3. Hamilton Greene
4. Percy Bysshe Shelley
5. Mrs. Williams

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