“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.