_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 deafened 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._