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 soul’s welfare. 
