Uncaged and untamed in a woody domain,
A manner peculiar to Geo. Francis Train.
His lectures all seem so wild and erratic,
His manner, at times, so raving, dramatic,
In a whirlwind of passion he prances and strides,
Then subdues—and his rage into poetry glides.
A perfect enigma, and a genius as well,
A tornado, a storm, and then comes a spell
Of brightness and sunshine, ’mid thunder and rain,
Peculiar alone to Geo. Francis Train.