POETRY.

Globe, Volume XXIII, Issue 2261, 1 July 1881, Page 4

POETRY.

A B&EA FOB THE OLD MEN THAT SMOKE. [From the " Boohester Express."[ i. There, daughter, stop scolding ! Don't worry and fret, And work yourself into such ire ! Just about all the comfort your father can get, Ii a smoke by the warm kitchen fire. liet him smoke in the corner in peace, xf he can, Though the olouds of tobacoo may choke ; There is no one can tell, but a lonely old man, How much comfort there is in a smoke. 11. Like a free bird that flyeth from limb unto limb, Your routine of joyß you go through ; And some of them look just as foolish to him As smoking looks foolish to you. We're none of us perfect—all this you be. Our lives should with charity shine. Like the golden threads that the weavers weave In and out of the dark design, m. Should you live to be old—though you may never smoke — Yat I'll wager a penny, or two, You will have some strong habit to tease other folk, Bad as this that is worrying you; Let him smoke in ihe corner in peaoe if he can, Though the clouds of tobacco may choke; There is no one can tell, but a lonely old man, How mnoh comfort there is in a smoke. IT. Did I emoke ? Wo, not I! Nor wi.l I advise Any yonth the bad habit to get; Bat when one is old, and can't stop if he tries, Is it wisdom to worry and fret ? Let him smoke in the comer in peaoe, if he ■can. Though the clouds of tobacoo may ohoke ; There is no one can tell, but a lonely old man, How much comfort there is in a smoke. Ti Not long will tobacco smoke daily annoy, Soon the pipe on the mantel will lay, And father will rest where the worms shall destroy The tenantless body of clay. Let him smoke in the oorner in peace, if he Soon he'll fall before Death's sturdy stroke; Then you'll miss tho clay pipe, and the feeble old man, And wish you'd put up with the tmoke.