Who else knows those lordly looks,
those grand but hidden views
as I, I in such a bemoaning walk
and down to 30 Bowery, that ...
the sacred old vicinage now profaned.
It's horrid betrayal, supplanting
the old New England Hotel
and with such/this contemptible stray.
Modern concepts assumed sophic
but dull ... void ... an affront
to a sensible mind.
Stephen Foster lived there in 1864,
but alas, shameful humanity has lost
their cause, and ... moving on and on
at what's inimical - their disguised
Sacred magnificence, washed away,
vanquished by muzzy-eyed
inventors, they in their duped
circumstance, how they render
Stephen Foster lived there,
for god sake, where's his
venerable old mansion ...