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TO MY CIGAR.
BLESS thee, O friend!—as now, in wreaths ascending,
Twineth thy smoke a garland round my brow;
Even as those wreaths with Heaven's airs are blending,
So would my thoughts ascend in stillness now!
Twineth thy smoke a garland round my brow;
Even as those wreaths with Heaven's airs are blending,
So would my thoughts ascend in stillness now!
Even as thy folds are firmly knit together,
So are the hearts that holy Love unites,
And as thy smoke ascends in fragrant ether,
Mount their true thoughts to soar in Heaven's heights.
So are the hearts that holy Love unites,
And as thy smoke ascends in fragrant ether,
Mount their true thoughts to soar in Heaven's heights.
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As to the ground, unnoticed, falls thine ashes,
So shall descend unholy thoughts to earth,
While, in the light of Virtue's spirit-flashes,
Upward will soar the thoughts of purer birth.
So shall descend unholy thoughts to earth,
While, in the light of Virtue's spirit-flashes,
Upward will soar the thoughts of purer birth.
Even as the living element, which fires thee,
Sends from thy form its fragrancy above—
Even as its influence alone inspires thee,—
So is the soul alone inspired by Love!
Sends from thy form its fragrancy above—
Even as its influence alone inspires thee,—
So is the soul alone inspired by Love!
Ah! if the living flame be from thee banished,
Where is the fragrance—where the soaring cloud?
Thus is the soul from which true Love is banished,
Darksome and icy cold amid the crowd.
Where is the fragrance—where the soaring cloud?
Thus is the soul from which true Love is banished,
Darksome and icy cold amid the crowd.
So, as the breath, which sends thy smoke to Heaven,
And as the fire which gives its breath to thee,—
O! may the breath of God to me be given!—
O! may the flame of Love illumine me!
And as the fire which gives its breath to thee,—
O! may the breath of God to me be given!—
O! may the flame of Love illumine me!
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