I hear Chanticleer calling me at dawn,

The blissful waves, the wind that stirs the trees;

Bright silver dew adorns the morning’s lawn,

The whippoorwill hides under leafy screens.

My heart exults for eagles, proud in flight,

Content in freedom on that craggy shore.

The golden breath of morn, the purple night,

And emerald grass by gentle rabbits shorn.

There lies a hidden peace out on the grange

Where human souls shall ever long to be,

A congregation of fine beasts to range

Upon that Eden, God has lent to me.

I hear it call, wherever where I may roam—

A heaven on earth, this place I call my home.