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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...



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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