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

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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



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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