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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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



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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