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

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

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

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

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

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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

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

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

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



THE LOST LOTUS.








'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East,
There dwelt a race whose softly flowing hours
Passed like the vision of a royal feast,
By Nero given in the Baian bowers;
Thanks to the lotus-blossom spell,
Their lives were one long miracle.

In after years the passing sons of men
Looked for those lotus blossoms all in vain,
Through every hillside, glade, and glen
And e'en the isles of many a main;
Yet through the centuries some doom,
Forbade them see the lotus bloom.

The Old World wearied of the long pursuit,
And called the sacred leaf a poet's theme,
When lo! the New World, rich in flower and fruit,
Revealed the lotus, lovelier than the dream
That races of the long past days did haunt,--
The green-leaved, amber-tipped tobacco plant.

ANON.





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