In the thunder that breaks ere we dream it is nigh;
In the fortune of war, in the plume of the brave,
In the surge, as it chafes on the crest of the wave,
I have ever been present, and ever must be,
Though the Universe had its beginning with me;
Though my fate is entwined with futurity too,
Yet I cannot last long, for I finish in you.
U.
——:o:——
Tobacco.