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

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

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...



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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