midnight
Oh , what will become of me ! '' `` Heaven can not desert you , said Alonzo ; as well might it desert its angels . This thorny and gloomy path may lead to fair fields of light and verdure . Tempests are succeeded by calms ; wars end in peace ; the splendours of the brightest morning arise on the wings of blackest midnight . -- Troubles will not always last . Life at most is short . Death comes to the relief of the virtuous wretched , and transports them to another and better world , where sighing and sorrows cease , and the tempestuous passions of life are known no more . ''