And charm’d me with its influence bland,
Still whisp’ring comfort, hand in hand?
My pipe, love!
What charm’d me in the thoughts of past
When mem’ry’s gleam my eyes o’ercast,
And burns to serve me to the last?
My pipe, love!
Nicotiana, by H. J. Meller. London. E. Wilson, 1832.
To my Cigar.