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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

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

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...



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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