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An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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

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

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

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...



OLD PIPE OF MINE.








Companion of my lonely hours,
Full many a time 'twixt night and morn
Thy muse hath roamed through poesy's bowers
Upon thy fragrant pinions borne.
Let others seek the bliss that reigns
In homage paid at beauty's shrine,
We envy not such foolish gains,
In sweet content, old pipe of mine.

Ah! you have been a travelled pipe;
But now, of course, you're getting stale,
Just like myself, and rather ripe;
You've had your fill of cakes and ale,
And half-forgotten memories, too.
And all the pensive thoughts that twine
Around a past that, _entre nous_,
Has pleasant been, old pipe of mine.

Old pipe of mine, for many a year
What boon companions we have been!
With here a smile and there a tear,
How many changes we have seen!
How many hearts have ceased to beat,
How many eyes have ceased to shine,
How many friends will never meet,
Since first we met, old pipe of mine!

Though here and there the road was deep,
And now and then the rain would fall;
We managed every time to keep
A sturdy forehead to them all!
And even when she left my side,
We didn't wait to fret or pine,
Oh, no; we said the world was wide,
And luck would turn, old pipe of mine!





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