Part 1. br br This Indian weed now wither'd quite, br Though green at noon, cut down at night br Shows thy decay; br All flesh is hay. br Thus think, and smoke tobacco. br br The pipe so lily-like and weak, br Does thus thy mortal state bespeak. br Thou art ev'n such, br Gone with a touch. br Thus think, and smoke tobacco. br br And when the smoke ascends on high, br Then thou behold'st the vanity br Of worldly stuff, br Gone with a puff. br Thus think, and smoke tobacco. br br And when the pipe grows foul within, br Think on thy soul defil'd with sin; br For then the fire br It does require. br Thus think, and smoke tobacco. br br And seest the ashes cast away; br Then to thyself thou may say, br That to the dust br Return thou must. br Thus think, and smoke tobacco. br br Part II. br br Was this small plant for thee cut down? br So was the Plant of great renown; br Which mercy sends br For nobler ends. br Thus think, and smoke tobacco. br br Doth juice medicinal proceed br From such a naughty foreign weed? br Then what's the power br Of Jesse's flow'r? br Thus think, and smoke tobacco. br br The promise, like the pipe, inlays, br And by the mouth of Faith conveys br What virtue flows br From Sharon's Rose. br Thus think, and smoke tobacco. br br In vain th' unlighted pipe you blow; br Your pains in outward means are so, br Till heav'nly fire br Your heart inspire. br Thus think, and smoke tobacco. br br The smoke, like burning incense, tow'rs; br So should a praying heart of yours br With ardent cries br Surmount the skies. br Thus think, and smoke tobacco.