See yonder fire! it is the moon
Slow rising o'er the eastern hill.
It glimmers on the forest tips,
And through the dewy foliage drips
In little rivulets of light,
And makes the heart in love with night.
--_H. W. Longfellow._
1397
With morning cool reflection comes.
--_Sir Walter Scott._
1398
The morning hour has gold in its mouth.
--_Dr. Franklin._
1399