midnight
`` He giveth his beloved sleep . '' * * * * * Her head is thrown back on the projecting wing of grandmamma 's tall easy-chair , her arms are resting relaxed on its comfortable arms , her lips just open with a smile , as she dreams of something in the kingdom of God 's heaven , when , as the lazy day just begins to grow gray , Tom , white with snow to his middle , holding the boat 's lantern before him as he steals into her kitchen , crosses the room , and looks down on her , -- what a shame to wake her , -- bends down and kisses her ! Dear child ! How she started , -- `` At midnight there is a cry made , Behold , the bridegroom cometh , '' -- `` Why , Tom ! Oh ! my dearest , is it you ? '' * * * * * `` Have I been asleep on duty ? ''