Flowers and fruit from the writings of Harriet Beecher Stowe

by Harriet Beecher Stowe

UNCLE TOM’S CABIN.

The morning star.

Calmly the rosy hue of dawn was stealing into the room. The morning star stood, with its solemn, holy eye of light, looking down on the man of sin, from out the brightening sky. Oh, with what freshness, what solemnity and beauty, is each new day born; as if to say to insensate man, “Behold! thou hast one more chance! Strive for immortal glory!”