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

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

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

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

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

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

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

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

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...



PIPE AND TOBACCO.








When my pipe burns bright and clear,
The gods I need not envy here;
And as the smoke fades in the wind,
Our fleeting life it brings to mind.

Noble weed! that comforts life,
And art with calmest pleasures rife;
Heaven grant thee sunshine and warm rain,
And to thy planter health and gain.

Through thee, friend of my solitude,
With hope and patience I'm endued,
Deep sinks thy power within my heart,
And cares and sorrows all depart.

Then let non-smokers rail forever;
Shall their hard words true friends dissever?
Pleasure's too rare to cast away
My pipe, for what the railers say!

When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me,
When friends are fled, thy presence charms me;
If thou art full, though purse be bare,
I smoke, and cast away all care!

_German Folk Song._





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