THE FAMILY TREE

THE FAMILY TREE

Yourgenealogy may beThe finest thing on earthOr merely a decadent treeOf past descent and worth.The children of the PuritansShould have the Pilgrims’ soulsOr else an alien wire spansYour insulated poles.An aristocracy of breedIs that which keeps the stampOf spirit from heroic deedIn patriot hall or camp.The veins whose life-blood flows for homeOr right or libertyShould be the same from which they come,To keep the nation free.To find in our ancestral lineA sire of noble bloodPuts on us truth to make the signOf our escutcheon good.Colonial forbears condemnLike ghosts from hollow bolesUnless we reincarnate themWithout their shrouds and stoles.To be well-born a century back,A century of fruit,A century the soil to packAbout the ancient root,Is such a heritage we wellMay trace it to its sourceFor all from which its scions swell,Its vital ichors course.

Yourgenealogy may beThe finest thing on earthOr merely a decadent treeOf past descent and worth.The children of the PuritansShould have the Pilgrims’ soulsOr else an alien wire spansYour insulated poles.An aristocracy of breedIs that which keeps the stampOf spirit from heroic deedIn patriot hall or camp.The veins whose life-blood flows for homeOr right or libertyShould be the same from which they come,To keep the nation free.To find in our ancestral lineA sire of noble bloodPuts on us truth to make the signOf our escutcheon good.Colonial forbears condemnLike ghosts from hollow bolesUnless we reincarnate themWithout their shrouds and stoles.To be well-born a century back,A century of fruit,A century the soil to packAbout the ancient root,Is such a heritage we wellMay trace it to its sourceFor all from which its scions swell,Its vital ichors course.

Yourgenealogy may beThe finest thing on earthOr merely a decadent treeOf past descent and worth.

Yourgenealogy may be

The finest thing on earth

Or merely a decadent tree

Of past descent and worth.

The children of the PuritansShould have the Pilgrims’ soulsOr else an alien wire spansYour insulated poles.

The children of the Puritans

Should have the Pilgrims’ souls

Or else an alien wire spans

Your insulated poles.

An aristocracy of breedIs that which keeps the stampOf spirit from heroic deedIn patriot hall or camp.

An aristocracy of breed

Is that which keeps the stamp

Of spirit from heroic deed

In patriot hall or camp.

The veins whose life-blood flows for homeOr right or libertyShould be the same from which they come,To keep the nation free.

The veins whose life-blood flows for home

Or right or liberty

Should be the same from which they come,

To keep the nation free.

To find in our ancestral lineA sire of noble bloodPuts on us truth to make the signOf our escutcheon good.

To find in our ancestral line

A sire of noble blood

Puts on us truth to make the sign

Of our escutcheon good.

Colonial forbears condemnLike ghosts from hollow bolesUnless we reincarnate themWithout their shrouds and stoles.

Colonial forbears condemn

Like ghosts from hollow boles

Unless we reincarnate them

Without their shrouds and stoles.

To be well-born a century back,A century of fruit,A century the soil to packAbout the ancient root,

To be well-born a century back,

A century of fruit,

A century the soil to pack

About the ancient root,

Is such a heritage we wellMay trace it to its sourceFor all from which its scions swell,Its vital ichors course.

Is such a heritage we well

May trace it to its source

For all from which its scions swell,

Its vital ichors course.


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