| Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829. | | | | To a Segar | | By Samuel Low (b. 1765) |
| | | SWEET antidote to sorrow, toil and strife, | |
| Charm against discontent and wrinkled care. | |
| Who knows thy power can never know despair; | |
| Who knows thee not, one solace lacks of life: | |
| When cares oppress, or when the busy day | 5 |
| Gives place to tranquil eve, a single puff | |
| Can drive even want and lassitude away, | |
| And give a mourner happiness enough. | |
| From thee when curling clouds of incense rise, | |
| They hide each evil that in prospect lies; | 10 |
| But when in evanescence fades thy smoke, | |
| Ah! what, dear sedative, my cares shall smother? | |
| If thou evaporate, the charm is broke, | |
| Till I, departing taper, light another. | | | | |
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