IN THE LANE. 



The daisies star the summer grass ; 



And with the dancing leaves at play, 

 Adown this lane the breezes pass, 



In pleasant music, all the day. 



I love the sweet, sequestered place. 

 The gracious roof of gold and green, 



Where arching branches interlace, 

 With glimpses of the sky between. 



I see the drooping roses trail 



From tangled hedgerows to the ground ; 

 I hear the chanting swell and fail. 



Of fond love-lyrics, all around. 



And here, adown the shady walk. 

 In days divine now passed away, 



Entranced, I listed to the talk. 

 That ever held mv heart in ?wav. 



