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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...



MY PIPE AND I.








There may be comrades in this world,
As stanch and true as steel.
There are: and by their friendships firm
Is life made only real.
But, after all, of all these hearts
That close with mine entwine,
None lie so near, nor seem so dear
As this old pipe of mine.

My silent friend--whose voice is held
Fast for my ear alone--
Stays with me always, well content,
With Darby to be Joan.
No fickleness disturbs our lot;
No jars its peace to smother;
Ah, no; my faithful pipe and I
Have wooed and won--each other.

On clouds of curling incense sweet,
We go--my pipe and I--
To lands far off, where skies stay blue
Through all the years that fly.
And nights and days, with rosy dreams
Teems bright--an endless throng
That passing leave, in echoing wake,
Soft murmurings of song.

Does this dream fade? Another comes
To fill its place and more.
In castles silvern roam we now,
They're ours! All! All are ours!
What'er the wreathing rings enfold
Drops shimmering golden showers!

No sordid cost our steps can stay,
We travel free as air.
Our wings are fancies, incense-borne,
That feather-light upbear.
Begone! ye powers of steam and flood.
Thy roads creep far too slow;
We need thee not. My pipe and I
Swifter than Time must go.

Why, what is this? The pipe gone out?
Well, well, the fire's out, too!
The dreams are gone--we're poor once more;
Life's pain begins anew.
'Tis time for sleep, my faithful pipe,
But may thy dreamings be,
Through slumbering hours hued as bright
As those thou gav'st to me!

ELTON J. BUCKLEY.





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