TOBACCO LEAVES 



And on thy clouds with freedom soar, 

 When chains his lot. 



Shakespeare thy powers would doubtless 



know, 



And many a cloud would skyward blow, 

 Causing his teeming brain to glow 



With grand conceit; 

 Whose " airy nothings " finely show 



A form complete. 



Milton oft felt thy soothing power 

 Redeem the darkness of the hour, 

 Making imagination shower 



A rain of light; 

 Gifting him with a heavenly dower 



Of " second sight." 



Newton from thee drew thoughtful fire, 

 When listening to the angels' choir, 

 Chanting the wonders of their Sire, 



Hidden from man ; 



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