POETRY OF SMOKE. 



SMOKING AWAY. 



FLOATING away like the fountain's spray, 

 Or the snow-white plume of a maiden, 



The smoke-wreaths rise to the starlit skies 

 With blissful fragrance laden. 



Chorus. Then smoke away till a golden ray 



Lights up the dawn of the morrow, 

 For a cheerful cigar, like a shield, will 



bar, 

 The blows of care and sorrow. 



The leaf burns bright like the gems of night 

 That flash in the braids of Beauty ; 



It nerves each heart for the hero's part 

 On the battle plain of duty. 



In the thoughtful gloom of his darkened room, 



Sits the child of song and story, 

 But his heart is light, for his pipe burns bright, 



And his dreams are all of glory. 



By, the blazing fire sits the gray -haired sire, 



And infant arms surround him ; 

 And he smiles on all in that quaint old hall, 



While the smoke-curls float around him. 



In the forest grand of our native land, 



When the savage conflict ended, 

 The " Pipe of Peace " brought a sweet release 



From toil and terror blended. 



