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Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...



INGIN SUMMER.








Jest about the time when Fall
Gits to rattlin' in the trees,
An' the man thet knows it all,
'Spicions frost in every breeze,
When a person tells hisse'f
Thet the leaves look mighty thin,
Then thar blows a meller breaf!
Ingin summer's hyere agin.

Kind-uh smoky-lookin' blues
Spins acrost the mountain-side,
An' the heavy mornin' dews
Greens the grass up far an' wide,
Natur' raly 'pears as ef
She wuz layin' off a day,--
Sort-uh drorin in her breaf
'Fore she freezes up to stay.

Nary lick o' work I strike,
'Long about this time of year!
I'm a sort-uh slowly like,
Right when Ingin summer's here.
Wife and boys kin do the work;
But a man with natchel wit,
Like I got, kin 'ford to shirk,
Ef he has a turn for it.

Time when grapes set in to ripe,
All I ast off any man
Is a common co'n-cob pipe
With terbacker to my han';
Then jest loose me whar the air
Simmers 'crost me, wahm an' free!
Promised lands ull find me thar;
Wings ull fahly sprout on me!

I'm a loungin' 'round on thrones,
Bossin' worlds f'om shore to shore,
When I stretch my marrer-bones
Jest outside the cabin door!
An' the sunshine peepin' down
On my old head, bald an' gray,
'Pears right like the gilted crown,
I expect to w'ar some day.

EVA WILDER MCGLASSON.





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