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

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

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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