midnight
`` O , '' said the mother , `` perhaps that is Emma 's last prayer . '' `` It may be , '' said the grandmother ; `` and how vividly we should remember it , if it should be . '' Even so -- that was the last note of praise that fell from those infant lips upon earth . But often does it start upon memory 's ear , during the silence of the midnight hour , and seem like gentle whisperings from the spirit land , and bring back recollections at once painful and pleasant to the soul . She slept till the twilight hour , when she wished her mother to carry her to the window . Oh , happily were those hours usually spent , when the duties of the day had all been performed , and the quiet shades of evening gathered round their dwelling . Often was their talk of heaven .