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To My Cigar   Freidrich Marc, 1860

The warmth of thy glow,

Well lighted cigar,

Makes happy thoughts flow,

And drives sorrow afar.

The stronger the wind blows,

The brighter thou burnest!

The reariest of life's woes,

Less gloomy thou turnest!

As I feel on my lips

Thy unselfish kiss,

Like thy flame-color'd tip,

All is rosy-hued bliss.

No longer does sorrow 

Lay weight on my heart;

And all fears of the morrow

In joy-dreams depart.

Sweet cheerer of sadness!

Life's own happy star!

I greet thee with gladness,

My friendly cigar!