The world would be
downstairs to-day
Had he not found
the key;
So let his name go
down to fame,
Whatever it may be.
To
Our Lady Nicotine
Here’s to Lady Nicotine!
Saint and Sorceress
and Queen!
Saint, whose purple
halo rings
Lift our eyes from
earthly things;
Witch, whose wand of
scented briar
Transmutes dead weeds
to fragrant fire;
Queen, whose rod her slaves adore!
What can freedom offer more?
