|In the Night and the Rain|
AITH THE PILGRIM
"What manner of place
is the Old Town?"
Saith the Interpreter "It is a leafy bower, a green allurement for birds, an imbiber of showers.
"It is a picture that
cannot be painted, a
poem that cannot be
written, a song that
cannot be sung.
"It is a hospitable inn for freighters, a relic for antiquarians.
"In the morning it is a refresher of the sun.
"At noontide it is an oak-tree for the earth.
"In the evening it is a Dutch Lullaby."
Saith the Pilgrim "What manner of Folk are they that dwell in the Old Town?"
"All of which doth but approve them the
Saith the Interpreter "They are a mystery unto themselves. For they know not whence they come nor whither they go, nor can they truly tell what they now are.
"They are servants, not masters; even their food and their raiment cometh from the Bountiful Giver.
descendants of Adam and kin to
all other Folk in the
The Old Town
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