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Paul Laurence Dunbar - My Corn-Cob PipePaul Laurence Dunbar - My Corn-Cob Pipe
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Men may sing of their Havanas, elevating to the stars   The real or fancied virtues of their foreign-made cigars;   But I worship Nicotina at a different sort of shrine,   And she sits enthroned in glory in this corn-cob pipe of mine.   It `s as fragrant as the meadows when the clover is in bloom;   It `s as dainty as the essence of the daintiest perfume;   It `s as sweet as are the orchards when the fruit is hanging ripe,   With the sun`s warm kiss upon them--is this corn-cob pipe.   Thro` the smoke about it clinging, I delight its form to trace,   Like an oriental beauty with a veil upon her face;   And my room is dim with vapour as a church when censers sway,   As I clasp it to my bosom--in a figurative way.   It consoles me in misfortune and it cheers me in distress,   And it proves a warm partaker of my pleasures in success;   So I hail it as a symbol, friendship`s true and worthy type,   And I press my lips devoutly to my corn-cob pipe.
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