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The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...



A PIPE OF TOBACCO.








Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale,
Or with alcohol moisten his thrapple,
Only give me, I pray, a good pipe of soft clay,
Nicely tapered and thin in the stapple;
And I shall puff, puff, let who will say, "Enough!"
No luxury else I'm in lack o',
No malice I hoard 'gainst queen, prince, duke, or lord,
While I pull at my pipe of tobacco.

When I feel the hot strife of the battle of life,
And the prospect is aught but enticin',
Mayhap some real ill, like a protested bill,
Dims the sunshine that tinged the horizon:
Only let me puff, puff,--be they ever so rough,
All the sorrows of life I lose track o',
The mists disappear, and the vista is clear,
With a soothing mild pipe of tobacco.

And when joy after pain, like the sun after rain,
Stills the waters, long turbid and troubled,
That life's current may flow with a ruddier glow,
And the sense of enjoyment be doubled,--
Oh! let me puff, puff, till I feel _quantum suff._,
Such luxury still I'm in lack o';
Be joy ever so sweet, it would be incomplete,
Without a good pipe of tobacco.

Should my recreant muse--sometimes apt to refuse
The guidance of bit and of bridle--
Still blankly demur, spite of whip and spur,
Unimpassioned, inconstant, or idle;
Only let me puff, puff, till the brain cries, "Enough!"
Such excitement is all I'm in lack o',
And the poetic vein soon to fancy gives rein,
Inspired by a pipe of tobacco.

And when, with one accord, round the jovial board,
In friendship our bosoms are glowing,
While with toast and with song we the evening prolong,
And with nectar the goblets are flowing;
Still let us puff, puff,--be life smooth, be it rough,
Such enjoyment we're ever in lack o';
The more peace and good-will will abound as we fill
A jolly good pipe of tobacco.

JOHN USHER.





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