156 OUR FRIENDS, THE BIRDS. 
DAWN. 
BY SAMUEL M. PECK. 
The Summer night is turning gray; 
A prescience warms the eastern way, 
And o’er the fountain’s silver spray 
Lets fall a rosy light. 
Upon a distant pine-clad hill 
The shadow haunting Whippoorwill 
Laments the night with plaintive trill 
And spreads his wing for flight. 
‘““T suppose he is associated in our minds with the 
early hours of darkness because we are not usually 
awake later. Cowper says: 
Ten thousand warblers cheer the day 
And one the live-long night. 
“ And Isaac McClellan, Jr., says: 
Lone Whippoorwill ! 
There is much sweetness in thy fitful hymn, 
Heard in the drowsy watches of the night. 
“Alonzo Lewis sings of all the night birds in his 
poem entitled : 
NIGHT BIRDS. 
High overhead the striped-winged night hawk soars 
With loud responses to his distant love; 
And while the air for insects he explores, 
In frequent swoop descending from above, 
Startles, with whizzing sound, the fearful wight, 
Who wanders lonely in the silent night. 
