midnight
I must lay a heavy mantle on my breast , and wrap fold after fold upon my heart , that its beating may not be heard . Why have we hearts ? Heads are better , and guide us to safer ports . `` ' T is past the midnight hour . What scratches of the pen I have put upon this virgin page . So does time mark us o'er and o'er . We must carry the marks of his hand to the shore of the great hereafter .