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A Child's Own Book of Verse II by  Ada M. Skinner


 

 

CHANTICLEER

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I wake! I feel the day is near;

I hear the red cock crowing!

He cries "'Tis 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 'tis 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 the wild wind is blowing!


Nothing I see has shape or form;

I hear the red cock crowing!

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.

—CELIA THAXTER.


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