- Year Published: 1913
- Language: English
- Country of Origin: United States of America
- Source: Dunbar, P.L. (1913). The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar. New York: Dodd, Mead, and Company.
- Flesch–Kincaid Level: 6.5
- Word Count: 198
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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.