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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

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

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

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



INVOCATION TO TOBACCO.








Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth,
Killer of dulness, parent of mirth,
Come in the sad hour, come in the gay,
Appear in the night, or in the day,--
Still thou art welcome as June's blooming rose,
Joy of the palate, delight of the nose.

Weed of the green field, weed of the wild,
Fostered in freedom, America's child,
Come in Virginia, come in Havana,
Friend of the universe, sweeter than manna,--
Still thou art welcome, rich, fragrant, and ripe,
Pride of the tube-case, delight of the pipe.

Weed of the savage, weed of each pole,
Comforting, soothing, philosophy's soul,
Come in the snuff-box, come in cigar,
In Strasburgh and King's, come from afar,--
Still thou art welcome, the purest, the best,
Joy of earth's millions, forever carest.

HENRY JAMES MELLEN.





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