Pipe and Pouch: The Smoker's Own Book of Poetry

by Unknown

Its charms can soothe the sad,

And make the wretched glad,

In trouble and in strife.

'Tis used in every clime,

By all men, high and low;

It is praised in prose and rhyme,

And can but end with time;

So let the kind herb grow!

'Tis a friend to the distress'd;

'Tis a comforter in need;