ODE TO TOBACCO.





Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend,

Come, and thy suppliant attend

In each dull, lonely hour;

And though misfortunes lie around,

Thicker than hailstones on the ground,

I'll rest upon thy power.

Then while the coxcomb, pert and proud,

The politician, learned and loud,

Keep one eternal clack,

I'll tread where silent Nature smiles,

Where Solitude our woe beguiles,

And chew thee, dear Tobac.



DANIEL WEBSTER.





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