Dawn of the Morning

Fresh from school, mistreated and neglected by her father and stepmother, sixteen-year-old Dawn consents to marry a friend of her father's whom she has only met, but the wedding does not go as planned. Scared and confused, she runs away after the ceremony. Many adventures follow lovely and resourceful Dawn on her journey to becoming an independent woman.


By : Grace Livingston Hill (1865 - 1947)

01 - Chapter I



02 - Chapter II



03 - Chapter III



04 - Chapter IV



05 - Chapter V



06 - Chapter VI



07 - Chapter VII



08 - Chapter VIII



09 - Chapter IX



10 - Chapter X



11 - Chapter XI



12 - Chapter XII



13 - Chapter XIII



14 - Chapter XIV



15 - Chapter XV



16 - Chapter XVI



17 - Chapter XVII



18 - Chapter XVIII



19 - Chapter XIX



20 - Chapter XX



21 - Chapter XXI



22 - Chapter XXII



23 - Chapter XXIII



24 - Chapter XXIV



25 - Chapter XXV



26 - Chapter XXVI



27 - Chapter XXVII



28 - Chapter XXVIII


Wings of the Morning

"The morning hangs its signal
Upon the mountain's crest,
While all the sleeping valleys
In silent darkness rest;
From peak to peak it flashes,
It laughs along the sky
That the crowning day is coming, by and by!
We can see the rose of morning,
A glory in the sky,
And that splendor on the hill-tops
O'er all the land shall lie.
Above the generations
The lonely prophets rise,—
The Truth flings dawn and day-star
Within their glowing eyes;
From heart to heart it brightens,
It draweth ever nigh,
Till it crowneth all men thinking, by and by!
The soul hath lifted moments
Above the drift of days,
When life's great meaning breaketh
In sunrise on our ways;
From hour to hour it haunts us,
The vision draweth nigh,
Till it crowneth living, dying, by and by!
And in the sunrise standing,
Our kindling hearts confess
That 'no good thing is failure.
No evil thing success!'
From age to age it groweth,
That radiant faith so high,
And its crowning day is coming by and by!"

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