TOBACCO LEAVES 



"!N FUMO OMNE EXIT!" 



IN lazy clouds toward the skies, 



From out my meerschaum curls the va- 

 pour, 

 Blue as the depths of Celia's eyes, 



And dreamy as the folds that drape her. 

 And, gazing on the same yeux bleus, 

 Sad as the sighing of Melpomene 

 Rings in mine ear the warning true 

 " In fumo exit omne ! " 



Yes, sweet! the flowers that deck your 



brow, 

 And those that in your cheeks blush 



deeper, 

 Their summer fled, meek heads will bow 



Beneath the sickle of the reaper. 

 Still, though in smoke our gladness end, 

 The sigh that clouds, the tear that 

 checks it, 



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