I care not how men trace their ancestry, 

 To ape or Adam: let them please their whim; 

 But I in June am midway to believe 

 A tree among my fair progenitors. 

 Such sympathy is mine with all the race, 

 Such mutual recognition vaguely sweet 

 There is between us, surely there are times 

 When they consent to own me of their kin, 

 And condescend to me, and call me cousin. 



LOWELL 



