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CHANTICLEER.

I wake! I feel the day is near;
I hear the red cock crowing!
He cries “'T is dawn!” How sweet and clear
His cheerful call comes to my ear,
While light is slowly growing.
The white snow gathers, flake on flake;
I hear the red cock crowing!
Is anybody else awake
To see the winter morning break,
While thick and fast 't is snowing?
I think the world is all asleep;
I hear the red cock crowing!
Out of the frosty pane I peep;
The drifts are piled so wide and deep,
And wild the wind is blowing!
Nothing I see has shape or form;
I hear the red cock crowing!

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But that dear voice comes through the storm
To greet me in my nest so warm.
As if the sky were glowing!
A happy little child, I lie
And hear the red cock crowing
The day is dark. I wonder why
His voice rings out so brave and high,
With gladness overflowing.