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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...



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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