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1802–1864

The Day is Now Dawning.

George Pope Morris

The day is now dawning, love, Fled is the night — I go like the morning, love, Cheerful and bright.

Then adieu, dearest Ellen: When evening is near, I'll visit thy dwelling, For true love is here.

Oh, come where the fountain, love, Tranquilly flows; Beneath the green mountain, love, Seek for repose;

There the days of our childhood, In love's golden beam, ‘ Mong the blue-bells and wildwood, Passed on like a dream.

Oh, linger awhile, love! I must away. Oh, grant me thy smile, love, ‘ Tis Hope's cheering ray —

With evening expect me. To the moment be true, And may angels protect thee — Sweet Ellen, adieu!

Dear William, adieu! When Other Friends.

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