Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.

The Morning after Woe- Tis frequently the Way- Surpasses all that rose before- For utter Jubilee-.

Angels in the early morning may be seen the dews among. Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying. Do the buds to them belong?

Will there really be a morning?Is there such a thing as day?...Please to tell a little pilgrimWhere the place called morning lies!

How do most people live without any thought? There are many people in the world,--you must have noticed them in the street,--how do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning?

The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.