MY GARDEN tion that would make an interesting magazine 

 OF DREAMS art i c i e Interesting it is, but I can imagine its 

 author's amusement should we take him ser- 

 iously. 



However, we acknowledge a great debt to 

 the true seeker of the perfect flower. He is 

 working to realize the dream of a perfect 

 beauty. It is, indeed, a " beyond- the-horizon 

 quest," for still will it be true that, if at last 

 produced, the perfect flower will be, like 

 Wordsworth's daffodils, transfigured before 

 "the inner eye, which is the bliss of solitude." 



The ideal beauty still remains within the 

 domain of the spiritual imagination. It is still 

 for us a dream. 



"The isles are floating on a 

 furlong still before." 



It is a far country — that country where the 

 ideal dwells — far beyond widest sea or highest 

 mountain, but sometimes, as now in my dream, 

 very real. 



How beautiful the dream! In that country 

 the flowers do not fade. There every plant 

 breathes in a language more noble than poetry, 



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