TOBACCO LEAVES 



As the blue smoke curls from my old black 

 pipe, 



I dream of a darker time, 

 When that gentle spirit was called away 



To a better and higher clime; 

 When the clouds were gathered from far 

 and near 



To sadden my lonely days, 

 And she who had been my angel mate 



Had vanish'd beyond my gaze. 



I dream of a time when we yet may meet 



In the world beyond the tomb, 

 Where the clouds ne'er come, and the 



smiles ne'er fade, 



And the joy flowers always bloom; 

 Of the time when that voice will speak 



again, 



When the love that sleeps will wake, 

 When the grasp of our souls will be 



stronger far 

 Than death hath power to break. 



93 



