George Menzies Poems

One day, while passing 'long the road. On a small book we almost trod; Its leaves were scattered o'er the ground, We picked them up, and when we found The author's name, it did inspire Us with a very strong desire To read the little volume through, For most of it to us was new. He doth sing of land of heather, And Canadian scenes together ; He did adore Niagara's roar Where mighty flood o'er falls doth pour. But poet's lives are often brief, And he lead his full share of grief- Which to his life did gloom impart ; But, he bore up with his brave heart.