Show MY BKIAE PIPE Houston Dally Post i There Is companioship Which seems so good to me Nor one thro which the memrles slip So sweet and tenderly As that of my old briar pipe In whose enchanted bowl Fancies of the past grow ripe And clouds of incense roll Between me and the cares of life And dims their sharp outline As thro the years with pleasures rife I rove escaped from Time Once more along old Eries shore I hear the billows clamor < t And mingling tones of friends of yore Bring me a sweet nirvana Mv boyish limbs arc laved again Where Perkins shingly beach Between tho cliff and murmuring main man Extends Its shining reach With little maids in pinafores I tread its shifting sands And oer the years with friends of yore Again Im clasping hands And out along the Hogback road With Eunice Phoebe and Elrnie A jolly happy careless load Spend hours long and sunny Where Rocky Rivers dimpling stream Echoed our peals of pleasure And where the walnuts foliage green Concealed its richest treasure Seen Far from those pleasant scenes I rove Old age creeps on amain Ive sipped tho sweets of youth and love And but tho dregs remain But why repine my pipe and r Are happy on the way For what avails the bitter sigh When skies are lowrlm gray The scenes thro which we erstwhile roved To daughters of tho maids we loved As their sweethearts there theyre meetIng meet-Ing j But I surely could not clai mthem all Some chose another fellow And life was sweet and renders all My old ago rich and mellow i o i |