“The sands of time are sinking
The dawn of heaven breaks;
The summer morn I've sighed for,
The fair, sweet morn, awakes.
Dark, dark hath been the midnight,
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwellth
In Immanuel's hand”

“’Neath cold sand I dreamed of death / but woke at dawn to see / in glory, the bright, the morning star.”

“Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake!
The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break,
It leaps in the sky.”

“Oh, glory of the morning!
Oh, ye gifted, young, and brave!
What end have ye, but midnight;
What find ye but the grave?”

“Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.”

“I've been sad, I've been lost
I've been down and out and lonely
I've been suffering at a job
In a world that tries to own me
But when I wake up every morning
There's an image of a better place
'Cause the harder that we grind
Then the sweeter is the glory”

“Dreams — are well — but Waking's better,
If One wake at Morn —
If One wake at Midnight — better —
Dreaming — of the Dawn”

“When did morning ever break,
And find such beaming eyes awake?”

“A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.”

“Weather forecast for tonight: dark. Continued dark overnight, with widely scattered light by morning.”