“MY PIPE.”
What a curious subject for a song! I think I hear you say ; And wonder if this pipe I mean, Is a meerscham or a clay. And lots of other questions, too, I dare say you would ask ; But to try and tell its magic powers Is now my pleasant task.
Thus, when I am sad and lonely, And oppressed with life’s dull care, I take my pipe that’s faithful only, And find a true friend there. I pity those who have no friends To cheer them on life’s way ; But one like this is better far, Than those who pass away. Friends have I had, both good and kind, (A crown of earthly bliss ) But pain and joy was mixed with them, Though never yet with this. It shows its powers by calling back, The visions of the past ; Those bright and happy dreams of youth, That never, never last.
Those visions come so thick and fast, Of faces dead and gone, And of those smiling, kindly, looks, Not one is left—not one ; But of the true friends good and rare, My pipe it is the best; For it wakes the mem ry of the past, Then soothes my brain to rest. Gisborne, 10th October. F.A
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Poverty Bay Standard, Volume III, Issue 214, 17 October 1874, Page 2
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209“MY PIPE.” Poverty Bay Standard, Volume III, Issue 214, 17 October 1874, Page 2
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