Part 2 — TO MY CIGAR.
Reading edition
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 dreariest of life's woes, Less gloomy thou turnest! As I feel on my lip Thy unselfish kiss, Like thy flame-colored 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!
FRIEDRICH MARC.