What taught me first sweet peace to blend,
With hopes and fears that knew no end,
My dearest, truest, fondest friend?
My pipe, love!
What cheer'd me in my boyhood's hour,
When first I felt Love's witching power,
To bear deceit,--false woman's dow'r?
My pipe, love!
What still upheld me since the guile,
Attendant on false friendship's smile,
And I in hope, deceiv'd the while?
My pipe, love!
What cheer'd me when misfortunes came,
And all had flown me?--still the same,
My only true and constant flame,
My pipe, love!
What sooth'd me in a foreign land,
And charm'd me with its influence bland,
Still whisp'ring comfort, hand in hand?
My pipe, love!
What charm'd me in the thoughts of past,
When mem'ry's gleam my eyes o'ercast,
And burns to serve me to the last?
My pipe, love!