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A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

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



"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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