Still thou art welcome as June's blooming rose,
Joy of the palate, delight of the nose.
Weed of the green field, weed of the wild,
Fostered in freedom, America's child,
Come in Virginia, come in Havana,
Friend of the universe, sweeter than manna,—
Still thou art welcome, rich, fragrant, and ripe,
Pride of the tube-case, delight of the pipe.
Weed of the savage, weed of each pole,
Comforting, soothing, philosophy's soul,