midnight
And we could hear the plaintive evenin ' song of the thrush , and the crickets ' happy chirp , till we got nearer the schoolhouse , when they sort o ' blended in with ` There is a fountain filled with blood , ' and ` Come , ye disconsolate . ' `` And the moonlight , and sister Bobbet 's and sister Minkly 's candles , shone down and out , on that dear old bald head as his hat fell off , as he helped me out of the wagon . `` Memories of how I have seen it a bendin ' over the Word , in hours of peace and happiness , and hours of anxiety and trouble , a readin ' every time about the eternal hills , and the shadow of the Rock , and the Everlastin ' Arms that was a holdin ' us both up , me and Josiah , and the Everlastin ' Love that was wrappin ' us round , helpin ' us onward by these very joys , these very sorrows . `` Memories of the midnight lamp lightin ' it up in the chamber of the sick , in the long , lonesome hours before day-dawn . `` Memories of its bendin ' over the sick ones in happier mornin 's , as he carried 'em down-stairs in his arms , and sot 'em in their old places at the table . `` Memories of how it looked in the glare of the tempest , and under the rainbow when the storm had passed . It stands out from a background of winter snows and summer sunshine , and has all the shadows and brightness of them seasons a hangin ' over it .