58 POETRY OF SMOKE. 



Brought forth tobacco from their ample hoard, 

 And to the governor's house with one accord 

 The Burghers went. 



They carried chairs, and sat without a word 



Bef re his porch, 

 And smoked, and smoked, and not a sound was 



heard, 



Till Kieft came forth to take the morning air, 

 With speech that would have burned them 

 then and there, 



If words could scorch. 



But they, however savagely he spoke, 



Made no reply. 



Higher and thicker rose the clouds of smoke, 

 And Kieft, perceiving that they would be free, 

 Tried not to put in force his harsh decree ; 



But let it die. 



New York Sun. 



