photographs by Roger W. Smith ***************************************************** The glories strung like beads on my smallest sights and hearings—on the walk in the street, and the passage over the river; The current rushing so swiftly, and swimming with me far away; Just as you are refresh’d by the gladness of the river and the bright … Continue reading the ferry
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