That one, alone,
Who's dared and gone
To seek the Magic Wonderstone,
No fear, or care,
Or black despair
Shall heed until his journey's done.
Who knows, where grows
The Mulgars' rose,
In valleys 'neath unmelting snows -
All secrets, he
Shall pierce and see,
And walk unharmed where'er he goes.
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