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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...



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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