The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1873-06-21

before ever the day IS born
There is not sign Of the dawn;
The stars are burning out, tbs true,
But no eyes see the day yet coming through !;
The world is fast asleep in the dark;
Not so much as the sound Of the Watchdog
And still this Cock-a-doodle.dol lbarki
Cock-a-doodle-tlo
The first rich ray Of red
Has fallen across the shed:
And, from his perch, once more the call
Ofthe warder that keeps watch for us ALL
Shrill, and clear, and high is the note
trom out that regal throat,
Pulsing its echoes everywhere
Through the frosty mcsning air,
Down the valley clear to the mill,
And away to the top Of the nearest hill.
The cattle get up from their long nights bed
And the boards Of the 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 lords resounding song.
And now the SUMS clear, golden ray
Falls through the bark-chinks on the hay;
Into the pals full many stream
OF milk, that Is rich with clotted cream,
Riddles the foam in zigzag line,
As sweet as the breath Of the yarded kline.
Cock-a-doodle-doi
There he is, on the garden gate,
Crest erect, and spirit elate;
The rain'has been falling all the day
Aud no eye can thread its way
To any rift or lift in the clouds
That pack the concave in such crowds
But ehanticleer. 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 ock-a.doodle-do,
And CHEEKY flap Of pinions, too,
The household to the windows 20,
In answer to the call they know -
The sky grows brighter, and the blue
Comes forth at Cock-a-doodle-dol
Cock.a-doodle-doi
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 farmers broad barn-hoor.
No shouts from the walls Of proud old Troy
We're ever given with half the joy
That 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 teudal watch and ward for all.
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Cock-a-doodle-do
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, "a low, wide door,
The thump Of fails on big barn-hoor,-
A tented field of corn hard by,
About whose stacks great pumpkins he.--
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 ill the wishing hearts desires
Oh, Chantieleer brave Chanticleerl
Thy voice rings through all History;
Outstarted from the mystery
Ut Indian iungles, dark and drear,
ny lutIi udS lhiu thfOugn Ureece anu Rome
10 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 "Plato's thou vert, we know,
Above two thousand years ago;
And Peter felt his shameful lie
keproyed 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 gock-a-doodle do, it rings
Through winters, autumns, summers, SPRINGS I:
Al 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
Of strutting, growing Chanticleerl