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The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

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



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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