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To a Cigarette.

When weary is all earthly life, Which, with its btruggle and its strife, Seems more than I can bear, T come to thee, O oigarette, Whose influence makes me quite forget My trouble and despair. When one by one all earthly friends Prove false, thy virtue often lends

Me for the time relief; And while I watch the smoke-wreaths rise, That melt, like hope, before mine eyes, I banish all my grief. Thou bring'st me balm from day to day, My trust thou never wilt betray, .My faithful cigarette. ... Arid when my weary life,is done, Of all I've seen beneath the sun,. . Thee only I'll regret, S.B.

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To a Cigarette., Evening Star, Issue 8018, 21 September 1889, Supplement

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To a Cigarette. Evening Star, Issue 8018, 21 September 1889, Supplement

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