midnight
This conversation occurred thirty years ago . Two years since , I met the man who had experienced such a deliverance , and he told me again the wonderful story , and showed me the pencil sketch which he had made of John Balmuto in Donald Brae 's cottage . He had painted from it a grand picture of his deliverer , wearing the long black camlet cloak and head-kerchief of the order of evangelists to which he belonged . I stood reverently before the commanding figure , with its inspired eyes and rapt expression ; for , during those thirty years , I also had learned that it was only those Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon their bed have sate , Who know you not , Ye Heavenly Powers . Slain in the battle of life . Wounded and fallen , trampled in the mire and mud of the conflict , then the ranks closed again and left no place for her . So she crawled aside to die .