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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

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

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...



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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