Nor this alone: its destiny may doom it
To outlive e'en its use and history—
Some ploughman of the future may exhume it
From soil now deep beneath the eastern sea.
And, treasured by some antiquarian Stultus,
It may to gaping visitors be shown,
Labelled: "The symbol of some ancient Cultus,
Conjecturally Phallic, but unknown."
Why do I thus recall the ancient quarrel
'Twixt Man and Time, that marks all earthly things?
Why labor to re-word the hackneyed moral,
Ως φυλλωνγενεη, as Homer sings?
For this: Some links we forge are never broken:
Some feelings claim exemption from decay;
And Love, of which this pipe was but the token,
Shall last, though pipes and smokers pass away."
The verse that has been written in praise as well as dispraise of the "Indian Novelty" would of itself fill a volume of no "mean pretentions." The following clever lines from The Tobacco Plant entitled "Puffs from a Pipe," convey much advice to all smokers of tobacco.
Sage old friend! with judgment ripe;
Come and join me in a pipe.
Brother student! brother joker,
Thee I greet, O! brother smoker.
Smoke, O! men of every station,
Every climate, every nation.
East and West, and South and North,
Recognize Tobacco's worth.
Red man! let thy warfare cease:
Smoke the calumet of peace.