O DWELLERS OF MY PARADISE! With the hands of loving-kindness I have planted in the holy garden of paradise the young tree of your love and friendship, and have watered it with the goodly showers of My tender grace; now that the hour of its fr... Read more of 34: O Dwellers Of My Paradise! With The Hands Of Loving-kindness I Have at Bahaullah.caInformational Site Network Informational
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The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...



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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