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Rh And though thy city—Washington!
 * Still mocks my eagle wing and eye,

Yet is there joy upon a throne
 * Even here at Albany.

For though but second in command,
 * Far floats my banner in the breeze,

A Captain-General’s on the land,
 * An Admiral on the seas.

And if Ambition can ask more, My very title—Governor—
 * A princely pride creates,

Because it gives me kindred claims To greatness with those glorious names
 * A Sancho and a Yates!

As party spirit has departed,
 * This life to breathe and blast no more,

The patriot and the honest-hearted
 * Shall form my diplomatic corps.

The wise, the wittiest, the good,
 * Selected from my band of yore,

My own devoted band, who’ve stood Beside me, stemming faction’s flood
 * Like rocks on Ocean’s shore—

Men, who, if now the field were lost,
 * Again would buckle sword and mail on.

Followed by them, themselves a host, Haines,97 Hurtell, Herring, Pell, and Post, Judge Miller, Mumford, and Van Wyck,