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

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

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

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...



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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