That I would fain their joys repeat? 



Tobacco ! 



Whene'er my brain is dull and dark, 

 And utterly beside the mark, 

 What wakes the latent, slumb'ring spark? 



Tobacco ! 



What changes all my scowls to smiles, 

 And many a tedious hour beguiles, 

 And ne'er by any chance me riles? 



Tobacco ! 



Enlarger of our mortal ken, 

 Familiar of the artist's den, 

 Beloved by literary men 



Tobacco ! 



Far kinder than the kindest friend, 

 Oh, teach us how your powers blend ! 

 And from your heavenly throne descend, 



Tobacco ! 



E. H. s. 

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