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TO WALTER BOWNE, ESQ.,10
MEMBER OF THE COUNCIL OF APPOINTMENT OF THE STATE OF NEW YORK, AT ALBANY, 1821.
“Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.”
“I cannot but remember such things were,
And were most precious to me.”
e do not blame you, Walter Bowne,
For a variety of reasons;
You’re now the talk of half the town,
A man of talent and renown,
And will be for perhaps two seasons.
That face of yours has magic in it;
Its smile transports us in a minute
To wealth and pleasure’s sunny bowers;
And there is terror in its frown,
Which, like a mower’s scythe, cuts down
Our city’s loveliest flowers.
We therefore do not blame you, sir,
Whate’er our cause of grief may be;
And cause enough we have to “stir
The very stones to mutiny.”
