The World Is No Longer Closed To

Away From The Tumult Of Motor And Mill I Want To Be Care-free; I Want To Be Still! I'm Weary Of Doing Things; Weary Of Words I Want To Be One With The Blossoms And Birds.

You Are The Person Who Has To Decide. Whether You'll Do It Or Toss It Aside; You Are The Person Who Makes Up Your Mind. Whether You'll Lead Or Will Linger Behind. Whether You'll Try For The Goal That's Afar. Or Just Be Contented To Stay Where You Are.

At Christmas A Man Is At His Finest Towards The Finish Of The Year; He Is Almost What He Should Be When The Christmas Season's Here; Then He's Thinking More Of Others Than He's Thought The Months Before, And The Laughter Of His Children Is A Joy Worth Toiling For. He Is Less A Selfish Creature Than At Any Other Time; When The Christmas Spirit Rules Him He Comes Close To The Sublime.

The World Is No Longer Closed To Us In The Way It Was In The Past - Present Generations Have Unparalleled Access To Pretty Much All Corners Of The Globe.

I Want To Be Able, As Days Go By, Always To Look Myself Straight In The Eye.