The Three Mulla-Mulgars

Long -- long is Time, though books be brief: Adventures strange -- ay, past belief -- Await the Reader's drowsy eye; But, wearied out, he'd lay them by.

But, if so be he'd some day hear All that befell these brothers dear In Tishnar's lovely Valleys -- well, Poor pen, thou must that story tell But farewell, now, you Mu