midnight
Become a valley low , And God will rain on it Till it will overflow . '' Golden bars of light lay in the room . The sun was sinking peacefully to rest , like a great soul who had been faithful to every duty , and rayed out its life on the barren places of earth . In that calm evening , in the greater calm of their lives they sat , gathering rest for the morrow , and peace for their midnight dreams-dreams which brought to them the forms of their loved ones who had gone but a little while before , and who loved them still , rippling the silent stream with memory-waves , till they broke on the shore and cooled their weary feet .