TOBACCO LEAVES 



The wrinkled brow would smooth itself in 



peace, 

 The troubled breast forget its care and 



pain. 

 Yea, thou wilt give from Sorrow sweet 



surcease, 



Bring cherished dreams of happiness 

 again. 



And ever in my home thou'lt be abiding, 

 A cherished friend whose counsels never 



fail; 



While I to thee my inmost thoughts con- 

 fiding, 



Upon the seas of fancy oft will sail. 

 And not until the last sweet puff has van- 

 ished, 

 And naught but ashes lies within thy 



bowl; 



Then, not till then, are all my visions ban- 

 ished, 



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