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THE POETRY OF HARVARD UNDERGRADUATES.

"My Cigarette" is a light piece, and very pretty. I will quote the opening lines and the last stanza: -

"My cigarette! The amulet

That charms afar unrest and sorrow;

The magic wand, that fair beyond

To-day can conjure up to-morrow.

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Ah, cigarette! The gay coquette

Has long forgot the flames she lighted;

And you and I, unthinking by

Alike are thrown, alike are slighted.

The darkness gathers fast without,

A raindrop on my window plashes;

My cigarette and heart are out,

And naught is left me but their ashes."

In order to do justice to the author of the ode "To Fancy," I will take my last quotation from a very pretty poem of his entitled "Indian Summer:" -

"When the first light snow of winter falls

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