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Toward even, when the day leans down / To kiss the upturned face of night, / Out just beyond the loud-voiced town / I know a spot of calm delight. / Like crimson arrows from a quiver / The red rays pierce the waters flowing, / While we go dreaming, singing, rowing / To Leudemanns-on-the-River.
The hills, like some glad mocking-bird, / Send back our laughter and our singing, / While faint-and yet more faint is heard / The steeple bells all sweetly ringing. / Some message did the winds deliver / To each glad heart that August night, / All heard, but all heard not aright, / By Leudemanns-on-the-River.