No 95 Tobacco Is an Indian Weed
C.J.S.
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1
Tobacco is an Indian weed,
Grows green at morn, is cut down at eve;
It shows our decay;
We fade as hay.
Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco.
2
The pipe that is so lily-white,
Wherein so many take delight,
Gone with a touch;
Man’s life is such,
Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco.
3
The pipe that is so foul within,
Shews how the soul is stained with sin;
It doth require
The purging fire.
Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco.
4
The ashes that are left behind,
Do serve to put us all in mind,
That unto dust,
Return we must.
Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco.
5
The smoke that doth so high ascend,
Shows that our life must have an end;
The vapours’ gone,
Man’s life is done.
Think on this,—when you smoke tobacco.