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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 fall doth pour.

But poets lives are often brief

And he had his full share of grief,

Which to his life did gloom impart,

But he bore up with his brave heart.