THE SCENT OF A GOOD CIGAR.





What is it comes through the deepening dusk,--

Something sweeter than jasmine scent,

Sweeter than rose and violet blent,

More potent in power than orange or musk?

The scent of a good cigar.



I am all alone in my quiet room,

And the windows are open wide and free

To let in the south wind's kiss for me,

While I rock in the softly gathering gloom,

And that subtle fragrance steals.



Just as a loving, tender hand

Will sometimes steal in yours,

It softly comes through the open doors,

And memory wakes at its command,--

The scent of that good cigar.



And what does it say? Ah! that's for me

And my heart alone to know;

But that heart thrills with a sudden glow,

Tears fill my eyes till I cannot see,--

From the scent of that good cigar.



KATE A. CARRINGTON.





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