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

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

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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



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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