midnight
Two white marble slabs stand at the head of the little heaped up mound , and point to the traveller 's eye the place where rest the remains of the angel cousins . Lines , Written at the Close of 1842 . Hark ! I hear the midnight bell , Pealing forth its funeral knell ; Now its tones sound loud and clear -- Now low and dirge-like , strike the ear , Solemn and slow , they seem to fall , Upon the listening ear of all . And lo ! extended on the ` bier , The form of the departed year Closely wrapt , in snowy shroud , Hastening to join the sable crowd Of years -- that passed before the flood , And left their pathway stained with blood ; For oh , what horrors must appear , Written on each departed year ? The fearful tales each will disclose , The God of Heaven only knows .