midnight
So the spirit of the Most High blows among the dead clods of the world -- and , in a moment the harvest is there ! '' * * * * * Meynell let the paper drop . He began to write , and he wrote without stopping with great ease and inspiration for nearly two hours . Then as midnight struck , he put down his pen , and gazed into the dying fire . He felt as Wordsworth 's skater felt on Esthwaite , when , at a sudden pause , the mountains and cliffs seemed to whirl past him in a vast headlong procession . So it was in Meynell 's mind with thoughts and ideas . Gradually they calmed and slackened , till at last they passed into an abstraction and ecstasy of prayer .