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A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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

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

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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



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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