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

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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



TOBACCO.








Let poets rhyme of what they will,
Youth, Beauty, Love, or Glory, still
My theme shall be Tobacco!
Hail, weed, eclipsing every flow'r,
Of thee I fain would make my bow'r,
When fortune frowns, or tempests low'r,
Mild comforter of woe!

They say in truth an angel's foot
First brought to life thy precious root,
The source of every pleasure!
Descending from the skies he press'd
With hallowed touch Earth's yielding breast;
Forth sprang the plant, and then was bless'd,
As man's chief treasure!

Throughout the world who knows thee not?
Of palace and of lowly cot
The universal guest,--
The friend of Gentile, Turk, and Jew,
To all a stay, to none untrue,
The balm that can our ills subdue,
And soothe us into rest!

With thee the poor man can abide
Oppression, want, the scorn of pride,
The curse of penury.
Companion of his lonely state,
He is no longer desolate,
And still can brave an adverse fate
With honest worth and thee!

All honor to the patriot bold
Who brought, instead of promised gold,
Thy leaf to Britain's shore.
It cost him life; but thou shalt raise
A cloud of fragrance to his praise,
And bards shall hail in deathless lays
The valiant knight of yore.

Ay, Raleigh! thou wilt live till Time
Shall ring his last oblivious chime,
The fruitful theme of story;
And man in ages hence shall tell
How greatness, virtue, wisdom, fell,
When England sounded out thy knell,
And dimmed her ancient glory.

And thou, O plant! shalt keep his name
Unwithered in the scroll of fame,
And teach us to remember;
He gave with thee content and peace,
Bestow'd on life a longer lease,
And bidding every trouble cease,
Made summer of December.

THOMAS JONES.





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