Pipe and pouch; the smoker's own book of poetry - Tapa blanda

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1895 edition. Excerpt: ...scarce a crust to call our own, But many a banquet, Barmecide; And many a dream of hope divine, Lie buried in the moaning tide, That drowns the past, old pipe of mine! But prosing is n't quite the thing, And so, I guess, I 'll give it up: Just wait a moment while I sing; We 'll have another parting cup, And then to bed. The stars are low; Yon sickly moon has ceased to shine; So here she goes, and off we go To Slumberland, old pipe of mine! OME, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Let's take a smoke, a parting smoke, For good old by-gone days! Chorus. For good old by-gone days, We 'll smoke for good old by-gone day: We 'll take a smoke, a parting smoke, For good old by-gone days! John J. Gormley. CANNON SONG. Your richest incense raise; We 'll crown the cannon with a cloud, We 'll celebrate its praise; Recalling its old parting smoke, For good old by-gone days! We 'll smoke to these we leave behind In devious college ways; We 'll smoke to songs we've sung before, In good old by-gone days. We 'll smoke to Alma Mater's name; She loves the cloud we raise! For well she knows the " biggest guns" Are in the coming days! We 'll smoke the times, the good old times, When we were called to fire! Their light shall blaze in memory, Till the lamp of life expire! Then let each smoking pipe be broke,--Hurrah for coming days! We 'll take a march, a merry march, To meet the coming days! 'HE Indian weed, withered quite, Shows thy decay; all flesh is hay, Thus thinke, then drinke tobacco. Green at noon, cut down at night, VIRGINIA'S KINGLY PLANT. The pipe that is so lily-white, Shows thee to be a mortal wight; And even such, gone with a touch, Thus thinke, then drinke tobacco. And when the smoke ascends on high, Thinke thou beholdst the vanity Of worldly...