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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...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

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

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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



"A FREE PUFF."








Do you remember when first we met?
I was turning twenty--well! I don't forget
How I walked along,
Humming a song
Across the fields and down the lane
By the country road, and back again
To the dear old farm--three miles or more--
And brought you home from the village store.

Summer was passing--don't you recall
The splendid harvest we had that Fall,
And how when the Autumn died,--sober and brown,--
We trudged down the turnpike, and on to the town?

Sweet black brierwood pipe of mine!
If you were human you'd be half divine,
For when I've looked beyond the smoke, into your burning bowl
In times of need
You've been, indeed,
The only comfort, sweetest solace, of my overflowing soul.
We've been together nearly thirty years, old fellow!
And now, you must admit, we're both a trifle mellow.
We have had our share of joys and a deal of sorrows,
And while we're only waiting for a few more to-morrows,
Others will come, and others will go,
And Time will gather what Youth will sow;
But we together will go down the rough
Road to the end, and to the end--puff.

ARTHUR IRVING GRAY.





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