“Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh,
When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee;
Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight,
Dawns the sweet consciousness, — I am with Thee.”

“At the dawn I seek Thee,
Refuge, Rock sublime;
Set my prayer before thee in the morning,
And my prayer at eventime.”

“In the morning, when thou art sluggish at rousing thee, let this thought be present; “I am rising to a man’s work.””

“Wert thou more fickle than the restless sea,
Still should I love thee, knowing thee for such.”

“Abide with me from morn til eve,
For without Thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.”

“She was sweet as a rose at the dawning,
But somehow fate hadn't meant her for me;
Though I sailed with the tide in the morning,
Still my heart's on the Isle of Capri.”

“What He tells thee in the darkness,
Weary watcher for the day,
Grateful lip and heart should utter
When the shadows flee away.”

“Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.”

“No other language than some soft sweet sounds
She had caught from the voices of the birds
When singing to the morning, and the notes
Sent from the waterfall, when, like a harp,
It held discourse in music with the wind.”

“In the morning it was morning and I was still alive.”