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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

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

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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...



SMOKING AWAY.








Floating away like the fountains' spray,
Or the snow-white plume of a maiden,
The smoke-wreaths rise to the starlit skies
With blissful fragrance laden.

_Chorus._ Then smoke away till a golden ray
Lights up the dawn of the morrow,
For a cheerful cigar, like a shield, will bar,
The blows of care and sorrow.

The leaf burns bright, like the gems of light
That flash in the braids of Beauty;
It nerves each heart for the hero's part
On the battle-plain of duty.

In the thoughtful gloom of his darkened room,
Sits the child of song and story,
But his heart is light, for his pipe burns bright,
And his dreams are all of glory.

By the blazing fire sits the gray-haired sire,
And infant arras surround him;
And he smiles on all in that quaint old hall,
While the smoke-curls float around him.

In the forest grand of our native land,
When the savage conflict ended,
The "pipe of peace" brought a sweet release
From toil and terror blended.

The dark-eyed train of the maids of Spain
'Neath their arbor shades trip lightly,
And a gleaming cigar, like a new-born star,
In the clasp of their lips burns brightly

It warms the soul like the blushing bowl,
With its rose-red burden streaming,
And drowns it in bliss, like the first warm kiss
From the lips with love-buds teeming.

FRANCIS MILES FINCH.





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