The Vision of Desire

by Margaret Pedler

“Beyond the hill there’s a garden,
Fashioned of sweetest flowers,
Calling to you with its voice of gold,
Telling you all that your heart may hold.
Beyond the hill there’s a garden fair—
My garden of happy hours.
“Dream-flowers grow in that garden,
Blossom of sun and showers,
There, withered hopes may bloom anew,
Dreams long forgotten shall come true.
Beyond the hill there’s a garden fair—
My garden of happy hours!”
MARGARET PEDLER.

NOTE:—Musical setting by Margaret Pedler. Published by Edward Schuberth & Co., 11 East 22nd Street, New York.

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THE VISION OF DESIRE

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PROLOGUE

“... It’s no use pretending any longer. I can’t marry you, I don’t suppose you will ever understand or forgive me. No man would. But try to believe that I haven’t come to this decision hurriedly or without thinking. I seem to have done nothing but think, lately!

“I want you to forget last night, Eliot. We were both a little mad, and there was moonlight and the scent of roses.... But it’s good-bye, all the same—it must be. Please don’t try to see, me again. It could do no good and would only hurt us both.”