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

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

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

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

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...



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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