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Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

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

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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

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



'TWAS OFF THE BLUE CANARIES.








'Twas off the blue Canary isles,
A glorious summer day,
I sat upon the quarter deck,
And whiffed my cares away;
And as the volumed smoke arose,
Like incense in the air,
I breathed a sigh to think, in sooth,
It was my last cigar.

I leaned upon the quarter rail,
And looked down in the sea;
E'en there the purple wreath of smoke,
Was curling gracefully;
Oh! what had I at such a time
To do with wasting care?
Alas! the trembling tear proclaimed
It was my last cigar.

I watched the ashes as it came
Fast drawing toward the end;
I watched it as a friend would watch
Beside a dying friend;
But still the flame swept slowly on;
It vanished into air;
I threw it from me,--spare the tale,--
It was my last cigar.

I've seen the land of all I love
Fade in the distance dim;
I've watched above the blighted heart,
Where once proud hope hath been;
But I've never known a sorrow
That could with that compare,
When off the blue Canaries
I smoked my last cigar.

JOSEPH WARREN FABENS.





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