midnight
Neither did Richter believe it ; well might he declare that with this sketch he would ` terrify himself ' and vanquish the specter of Atheism ! Oh , sir ! the dear God stretches his arm about each and all of us ! ` When the sorrow-laden lays himself , with a galled back , into the earth , to sleep till a fairer morning , ' it is not true that ` he awakens in a stormy chaos , in an everlasting midnight ! ' It is not true ! He goes home to his loved dead , and spends a blissful eternity in the kingdom of Jehovah , where death is no more , ` where the wicked cease from troubling , and the weary are at rest ! ' '' She laid the volume on his knee , and tears which would not be restrained rolled swiftly over her cheeks .