C.S. CALVERLY.
ON RECEIPT OF A RARE PIPE.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care,
Removed the wrappages, stripe after stripe,
And when the hidden contents were laid bare,
My first remark was: "Mercy, what a pipe!"
A pipe of symmetry that matched its size,
Mounted with metal bright,—a sight to see;
With the rich amber hue that smokers prize,