Only the country-liver can fully feel it–this dying of night with the birth of day–this supreme moment when the mists and dimness and low voices of the one exhale into the melody and brightness of the other. It is a daily miracle–this sudden transition from gray to rosy light–this unrolling of the dew-covered landscape–this assumption, in delicious crescendo, of sound–this quickening of the day’s life over the sleep of night–this flying of darkness, as of a ghost pursued, before the flooding of light–this oldest of all stories again told. Awake, for the day has dawned.
~ Ellen Chapman (Hobbs) Rollins (used pseudonym E.H. Arr)
Under the Sun and Under the Moon 