TOBACCO LEAVES 



A jar, behold me! taste my store, 

 Take all you want, but take no more. 

 I'm " Solitaire," and Social's pal, 

 I'm Baccyful, not Bacchinal; 

 I'm Friendship's bond, I'm Freedom's 



type, 



I'm Welcome's emblem take a pipe! 

 Still, should you choose my worth evoke. 

 You'll own my faults all end in smoke. 



Although no artist, I can draw 



My pipe to ease my care; 

 No architect, yet oft I build 



Grand " castles in the air ; " 

 No author, yet I can compose 



My nerves, if aught should mar 

 My happiness, by virtue of 



The plant within this jar. 



There are jars of jelly, jars of jam, 

 Jars of potted beef and ham; 

 But welcome most to me by far 

 Is my dear old tobacco jar. 



