*The bulk of the text on this stone tablet is written in a form of the mursaat language too archaic for you to read, except for four stanzas written in the common tongue.* When birdsong trills in crisp, clean air And new life springs from soil fair We call to thee! Then comes the warmth of sun's embrace To glint upon thy upturned face We summon thee! To catch the leaves before their fall One must hearken to arbor's call We offer to thee! At last, we feel the cold wind's bite And end the seal on Mother's spite We welcome thee! Barboza!