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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. |