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The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

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



MY MEERSCHAUM PIPE.








Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe
Thy scarred and blackened form,
For thou to me wilt ever be--
Whate'er betides the storm--
A casket filled with memories
Of life's Auroral morn.

Thou once wert fair like ivory rare;
Spotless as lily white;
Thy curving lines, like tendril'd vines,
Were pleasing to the sight,
And in thine ample bowl there lurked
A promise of delight.

Like incense flung from censer swung
Before some sculptured shrine,
To float along with prayer and song
To realms of bliss divine,--
Ascend thy fragrant wreaths of smoke
And with my thoughts entwine.

Old pipe, old friend, o'er thee doth bend
The rainbow hues of life,
While sorrows roll across my soul,
And peace is turned to strife,
And Faith drifts o'er a sea of doubt
With desolation rife.

Alas, that man or pipe e'er can
Wax old or know decay;
Alas, that heart from heart must part,
Or Love can lose its sway.
And death in life should cast its pall
Athwart the troubled way.

Tho' love be cross'd, and friends are lost,
And severed every tie;
Tho' hopes are dead and joys have fled,
And darkened is the sky;
We yet can warm each other's hearts,
Old meerschaum pipe and I.

JOHNSON M. MUNDY.





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