THE GIFT OF TALLULAH

Go, you my brothers, whose hearts are in sore need of delight, and

bathe in the falls of Tallulah. That experience will be for the

foot-sore a balm, for the languid a lash, for the dry-throated pedant

the very cup of nature. To those crushed by the inventions of cities,

wounded by evil men, it will be a washing away of tears and of blood.

Yea, it will be to them all, what it was to my heart that day, the

sweet, sweet blowing of the reckless pipes of Pan.