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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

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

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

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

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

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

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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



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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