h , THE GREEN LANES OF ENGLAND, po. tr ough the green lanes of England, the long summer day, w
... blooms o'er t he hedge-rows that hung 'Mocked the sweet song that the nightingale sung. In the a utumn we knew Where the blackberries grew, Ad the sly hazel-nuts hidden deep in the shade ; Or with shouting and cheer, When the Christmas drew near I se ar ...