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Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

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...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

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



THE DREAMER'S PIPE.








Meerschaum, thing with amber tip,
Clutched between the dreamer's lip,
Fragrant odors from thy bowl
Mingling with the dreamer's soul;
Curling wreaths of smoke ascending,
Comfort sweet with incense blending.
Joy and peace and solace sending
To the dreamer's heart.

Fashioned like a satyr's head,
Crowned with fire, glowing red,
Quaintly carved and softly sleek
As Afric maiden's downy cheek.
Comrade of each idle hour
In forest shade or leafy bower;
Lotus-eaters from thy power
Ne'er can break apart.

Darkly colored from long use
With tobacco's balmy juice
From snowy white to ebon turned
By the incense daily burned.
Laid at night within thy case
Of velvet soft--thy resting place--
Whence with leering, stained face
Daily thou must start,--

To soothe the dreamer's every care,
To glow and burn and fill the air
With thy curling perfume rare:
As thou charmest gloom away,
With the dreamer rest for aye
Friend of youth, and manhood ripe
All hail to thee, thou meerschaum pipe!

_New Orleans Times Democrat._





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