The Argosy — page 234: what you’re looking at

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The Cruise of the Reserve Squadron. 217 proceeded under orders to the East. Henceforth our number was represented by the mystic numeral. Jn an unbroken line of four on one side, and an incomplete one of three on the other, we steered for the blue waters of the Mediterranean. Next month, dear reader, I hope we may cruise through the Straits together. —~<SB_KEEEOn A LITTLE ROOM. THE room was very small and bare: Its low and empty walls were brown ; No magic touch of art was there To bring the country to the town: _ And all the beauty it could show, Were six sweet myrtles in a row ! Now, while I stir not from my chair, My heart to that poor room will steal ; A sense of summer time is there, A myrtle-scented breath I feel: I hear again the passing cry, “Roses a-blowing! Who will buy?” What made that low room all so dear? A vanished face, a tender tone, Whose music I shall never hear While life’s long dusk I spend alone. Our love, I know, Is still the same, But who can guess its new-made frame? And so, when dreaming on my seat, My soul seeks New Jerusalem town, It always seems her weary feet Regain that chamber bare and brown: And God’s own glory seems to glow On myrtles, standing in a row! I know quite well that cannot be: (Yet sometimes parables are true! ) But it must stand for Heaven to me: A haven in God’s boundless blue ; Where Love finds anchorage, while wide God’s sea of love rolls every side! ECOMICOHOOKS.EO© mn