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In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

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

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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



SMOKING SONG.








With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl,
As mist from the waterfall given,
Or the locks that float round beauty's throat
In the whispering air of even.

_Chorus_. Then drown the fears of the coming years,
And the dread of change before us;
The way is sweet to our willing feet,
With the smoke-wreaths twining o'er us.

As the light beams through the ringlets blue,
Will hope beam through our sorrow,
While the gathering wreath of the smoke we breathe
Shuts out the fear of to-morrow.

A magic charm in the evening calm
Calls thought from mem'ry's treasure;
But clear and bright in the liquid light
Are the smoke-called dreams of pleasure.

Then who shall chide, with boasting pride,
Delights they ne'er have tasted?
Oh, let them smile while we beguile
The hour with joys they've wasted.

_College Song._





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