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Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...



'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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