The World Is No Longer Closed To

The Man Who Wants A Garden Fair, Or Small Or Very Big, With Flowers Growing Here And There, Must Bend His Back And Dig. The Things Are Mighty Few On Earth That Wishes Can Attain. Whate'er We Want Of Any Worth We've Got To Work To Gain. It Matters Not What Goal You Seek, It's Secret Here Reposes: You've Got To Dig From Week To Week To Get Results Or Roses.

The Proof Of A Man Is The Danger Test, That Shows Him Up At His Worst Or Best.

But Here In The Struggle For Fame And Pelf I Want To Be Able To Like Myself. I Don't Want To Look At Myself And Know That I'm Bluster And Buff And Empty Show.

I Take The Family Shopping Round. The Markets Of The World.

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.