midnight
Vague fear and spectral terrors haunt the soul that dwells in shade , Nor e'er can crimson conscience confront the crimson blade . From a cloud of shame and sorrow breaks the Light that shines afar , And cold and dark the household spark that lit the Silver Star . The triumph is a death-march ; the victor 's voice a moan : -- But the Powers of Night are broken when the Stranger wins his own ! `` Ever in blackest midnight shines the Star with brightest ray ; Woe to them that hunt the theme if Kargynda cross the way ! In the Home of Peace , Clavelta , can our fears thy spirit move ? Look down ! whence comes the rescue to the household of thy love ?