The Argosy — page 93: what you’re looking at

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80 George Considine. his lips, and his eyes still seeking mine even in the little struggle which, thank God, did not last long.” ‘Yes, yes, they ran to earth at Austey Wood, and found again there. ‘This wine is rather muddy, eh, old fellow ?” Was it P—or were the keen, dark eyes—that a few weeks back had faced death so calmly, measuring distances so well, in the hand-to-. _ hand encounter with a dozen desperate foes, and Major Kenyon, fight- ing his way back to his men, had won his Victoria Cross—were they filled with tears ? e ae a ae SONG. Dost thou love me P—Oh, no, no, Love is not like this ! Some may come and love may go, Fading as a wreath of snow— Fleeting as a kiss! Love is not a thing for ever, Twining nearer, changing never. Clasp it for a happy minute, Lightly dream it is thine own ; Taste the joy that flutters in it, Clasp it closer, it is gone! Dost thou love me? No, no. Ah! no, no, Dost thou love me? Yes! ah, yes, With a changeless faith ; Eager as a saint to bless, Fond as mother’s first caress, Resolute as death ! This is love, the true ideal, Love that *Aow hast made the real, This is love, the old, old story, Sunlight of the heart and eye, Filling earth and sky with glory ; Happy earth and happy sky ! Dost thou love me? Yes! ah, yes, Ah! yes, yes! E. A. H. COPMIECLMIOO KS COL)