The Day is Now Dawning.

By 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.