Chapter 81 No.81

Alone, among his young compeers,

Was Brian from his infant years;

125 A moody and heartbroken boy,

Estranged from sympathy and joy,

Bearing each taunt with careless tongue

On his mysterious lineage flung.

Whole nights he spent by moonlight pale,

130 To wood and stream his hap to wail,

Till, frantic, he as truth received

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