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 The church bells are ringing: Lo, how the river dreameth there! The thrushes are singing: Green flames wave lightly everywhere!

The church bells are ringing: How all the world breathes praise and prayer! The thrushes are singing: What Sabbath peace doth trance the air!

I love all hardy exercise That makes one strain and quiver; And best of all I love and prize This boating on our river. I to row and you to steer, Gay shall be Life's trip, my dear: You to steer and I to row, All is bright where'er we go.

We push off from the bank; again We're free upon the waters; The happiest of the sons of men, The fairest of earth's daughters.