When the glad sun, exulting in his might, comes from the dusky-curtained
tents of night.--_Emma C. Embury._
The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn, doth with his lofty and
shrill-sounding throat awake the god of day.--_Shakespeare._
Its brightness, mighty divinity! has a fleeting empire over the day,
giving gladness to the fields, color to the flowers, the season of the
loves, harmonious hour of wakening birds.--_Calderon._