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Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

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

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

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

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

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

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



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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