If You Never Take A Chance, You

Columbus Dreamed Of An Unknown Shore At The Rim Of A Far Flung Sky.

I Have To Live With Myself And So, I Want To Be Fit For Myself To Know.

Tomorrow--there's No Day So Fair, It Knows No Sorrow; A Day That Banishes Despair, Joy Rules Tomorrow.

There's Nothing That Builds Up A Toil-weary Soul Like A Day On A Stream, Back On The Banks Of The Old Fishing Hole Where A Fellow Can Dream. There's Nothing So Good For A Man As To Flee From The City And Lie Full Length In The Shade Of A Whispering Tree And Gaze At The Sky. . . . . It Is Good For The World That Men Hunger To Go To The Banks Of A Stream, And Weary Of Sham And Of Pomp And Of Show They Have Somewhere To Dream. For This Life Would Be Dreary And Sordid And Base Did They Not Now And Then Seek Refreshment And Calm In God's Wide, Open Space And Come Back To Be Men.

One Deed Of Kindness Noticed Is Worth Forty That Are Told.