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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...



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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