The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1873-06-21
Cock.a-Go odse-sio I
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The first rich ray Of red
Has fallen across the shed:
And, from his perch, once more the call
Of the warder that keeps watch for us all.
Shriil, and clear, and high is the note
From out that regal throat,
Pulsing its echoes everywhere
Through the frosty morning air,
Down the valley clear to the mill,
And away to the top Of the nearest hall.
The cattle get up from their long nights bed,
And the boards Of TIE floor creak overhead
The horse looks out from his darkened stall,
Like q lord from the door Of his castle-hall;
Over the roof curls up the smoke
That tells Of the STIR Of thrifty folk;
The hens on their perches crowd along,
Aroused BY their lord resounding song.
And now the suns clear, golden ray
Falls through the bark-chinks on the hay;
Into the pals full many stream
Ofmilk, that Is rich with clothed cream,
Riddles the foam in zigzag line,
As sweet ais the breath Of the yarded kline.
Cock-a-doodle-do,
There he is, on the garden gate,
Crest erect, and spirit elate;
The rain,has been falling all theday
Aud no eye can thread its way
To any rift or lift in the clouds
That pack the concave in such crowds
But chanhcleer, he sees the sign,
Where wisest men can read no line
A prophet, with an instinct high,
lie keeps the secret Of the sky,-
A favorite child Of Nature he,
That knows the heart of her mystery.
And at that Cock-a-doodle-do,
And CHEEKY flap Of pinions, too,
The household to the windows go,
In answer 10 the call they know: =
The sky grows brighter, and the blue
Comes forth at Cock-a-doodle-do.
Cock-a-doodle-do
The rival he has overthrown
Goes reeling to his roost alone;
And he, the royal conqueror,
With bloody ruff about his throat,
Sends forth his strong, defiant note
To Chandeliers near and remote,
On every farmer broad barn-Hoor
No shouts from the walls Of proud old Troy
We're ever given with half the Joy
Tint fills the heart Of this brave bird,
As he makes the news Of his victory heard.
You'd think he was some baron bold,
From whom the rest their tenures hold,
Proclaiming, on the garden wall,
His ieudal watch and ward for all
Cock-a-doodle-d
No house is Home, without that horn
10 sound the hours, from dawn to dawn.
Before the eye rise curling smokes,
That comes from fires Of country folks,
A stack Of roof, IA low, wide door,,
The thump Of fails on q big bam-foor,-
A tented field Of corn hard by,
About whose stacks great pumpkins lie.-
Hens nests snug hidden in the hay,
And children hunting half the day
A garden filed with fruits and flowers,
Where birds make musical the hours,-
Good cheer, warm welcomes, and bright fires,
That fill the wishing hearts desires.
Oh, Chanticleer brave Chanticleer.
Thy voice rings through all History;
0atstarted from the mystery
of Indian jungles, dark and drear,
Thy path has lain through Greece and Rome
To the door Of every farmers home;
They stamped thee on their ancient coins,
And offered thee IN sacrifice
Unto their heather deities,
That sprung from Hydrologic loins:
And HPlato's thou vert, we know,
Above two thousand years ago;
And Peter felt his shameful lie
Reproved by thy shrill, Gliding cry,
And went out, weeping bitterly.
Thy note sends every ghost to bed,
Afraid to show its guilty head
When the shadows of the night have sped.
They set thee on the tallest spires,
Above the fog Of earth's desires,
A sort Of lookout in the sky,
Interpreter Of wet and dry,
And cheering souls to victory.
Thy Coek-a-doodle do, it rings
Through winters, autumns, Summers, springs
AT every hearth, in every heart,
The tenderest feelings take start;
Thou mayst not be the bird of Joye,-
Thou art bird that all men love:
There is no fowl that walks, the peer
Distributing, growing Chandelier