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The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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



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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