The Day is Now Dawning.
By George Pope Morris
William.
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.
Ellen.
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.
William.
Oh, linger awhile, love!
Ellen.
I must away.
William.
Oh, grant me thy smile, love,
'Tis Hope's cheering ray--
With evening expect me.
Ellen.
To the moment be true,
And may angels protect thee--
Both.
Sweet Ellen, adieu!
Dear William, adieu!