midnight
Bring forth the harp , and the psaltry , and the sackbut ! For the long winter of waiting is at an end , and Mike is flying north to fetch his bride . Now are the walls of heaven built four-square , and to-day was the roof-beam hung with garlands . 'T is but a small heaven , yet is it big enough for two , -- and Mike is flying north , flying north , through the midnight , to fetch his bride . Henry and the morning meet him at Tyre . Blessings on his little wrinkled face ! The wrinkles are deeper and sweeter by a year 's hard work .