midnight
I also feel at peace , since I have given peace to you . Peace , too , I see in both our futures , when this trouble is overpast . God grant it ! -- He to whom , as I stand at this window , and look up at the stars shining down into the midnight river , I cry , ` Thou art _ my _ God ! ' '' -- `` I have an awful tale to tell -- one that I should fear to inform you , save that I can say , ` Thank God with me that the misery has passed -- that He has overruled it into good . ' So , reading this , do not tremble -- do not let it startle you -- feeble , as my mother tells me , you still are . ' _ Poor little Olive _ . '