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

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

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

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

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...



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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