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Some born of homely parents / For ages settled down -- / The steady generations / Of village, farm, and town: / And some of dusky fathers / Who wandered since the flood -- / The fairest skin or darkest / Might hold the roving blood --
Some born of brutish peasants, / And some of dainty peers, / In poverty or plenty / They pass their early years; / But, born in pride of purple, / Or straw and squalid sin, / In all the far world corners / The wanderers are kin.