Argosy (UK), January 1955 — page 52: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

E. 1% * Go Gold. aad Aer don’t niake Sciae Seercer my little one c 1ow that . e ““ Gold and silver don’ t make kings. Love comes first. You | have to be born—royal.” Carol by W. R. Rodgers EEP in the fading leaves of night There lay the flower that darkness knows, Till winter stripped and brought to light The most incomparable Rose That blows, that blows. The flashing mirrors of the snow Keep turning and returning stills To see the lovely child below And hold him is their only nill; Keep still, keep still. 3 t And to let go his very cry The clinging echoes are so slow That still his wail they multiply Though he lie singing now below, So low, so low. Even the doves forget to grieve And gravely to his greeting fly And the lone places that they leave All follow and are standing by On high, on high. comicbooks.con