Article September 10, 1904 Issue

A Bright Dawn

EBBA V. KREBS

It was my duty a few winters ago to get up very early in the morning to see my son off to work. After he had finished breakfast and had left, it was still dark, and quite a time before daylight. I then loved to go up in an eastern room for my morning meditation and to have the privilege of seeing the sunrise.

My home being situated almost at the top of a hill, the view from this room is grand; down over the city, built on the sloping hills, and with its many church-spires pointing heavenward; over the Delaware River, as it broadens out toward the bay, while beyond lies New Jersey, with its white, sandy coast, its villages half hidden in groves of trees, and then a magnificent sweep of the horizon from northeast to south. It sometimes seemed that I waited long for the coming of the light, but by-and-by there was the faint dawning at a point in the earth, and I knew that there the sun would rise.

I remember one morning especially. The city lay in darkness; the sky was clear but for some heavy black clouds low down toward the horizon. I waited long, but at last there was that faint dawn, and the dark clouds shifted from black to brown, then to deep purple, to violet, and in a little while to pink, the palest pink, and then, suddenly, they were as molten gold; and the sun, like a brilliant star, shot, as it seemed, out of the very earth, and moved slowly and majestically up the sky, and it was morning, bright morning.

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