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

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

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...



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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