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Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

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

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



THE SCENT OF A GOOD CIGAR.








What is it comes through the deepening dusk,--
Something sweeter than jasmine scent,
Sweeter than rose and violet blent,
More potent in power than orange or musk?
The scent of a good cigar.

I am all alone in my quiet room,
And the windows are open wide and free
To let in the south wind's kiss for me,
While I rock in the softly gathering gloom,
And that subtle fragrance steals.

Just as a loving, tender hand
Will sometimes steal in yours,
It softly comes through the open doors,
And memory wakes at its command,--
The scent of that good cigar.

And what does it say? Ah! that's for me
And my heart alone to know;
But that heart thrills with a sudden glow,
Tears fill my eyes till I cannot see,--
From the scent of that good cigar.

KATE A. CARRINGTON.





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