Of the first common kindred link?
Yet Jenny, till the world shall burn,
It seems that all things take their turn,
And who shall say but this fair tree
May need, in changes that shall be,
Your children's children's charity?
Scorned then, no doubt, as you are scorned,
Shall no man hold his pride forewarned
Till in the end, the day of days,
At judgment, one of his own race,