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My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

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

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...



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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