On the cliff-bounded stream! When it is summer noon, And all the land is still, But on the water’s face The merry breeze is playing, Whitening a ripple here and there. H. ALFORD. The pretty _White Dove_ lay rocking at its moorings. It was gray on the outside and white within, and as clean and nice as any little boat need be.…
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