For the sick and the sorry and the weary at heart 

 stands a refuge at their very doors. There needs but 

 sight to the unseeing eyes and the unstopping of deaf- 

 ened ears, and the way to the World where the sweet 

 Wild-Folk dwell lies open. Therein is happiness that 

 time cannot tarnish, the stilling of sorrow and rest from 

 toil. Let him who hears the call heed it as he values 

 his sours welfare. 



