The morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness.
William Shakespeare, The Tempest

The fog comes
on little cat feet.
Carl Sandburg, Fog

Through the blackest night, morning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn.
Robert Breault

The past is the beginning of the beginning and all that is and has been is but the twilight of the dawn.
H. G. Wells

Morning Has Broken, Cat Stevens

Morning Of My Life, Bee Gees

Look Out Here Comes Tomorrow , The Monkees

Crystal Blue Persuasion, Tommy James and The Shondells