midnight
It was one of those glorious midsummer moonlit nights that have in their subdued splendor something more regal than the most gorgeous midday . I was thankful afterwards for the perfect beauty of that peaceful night , with never a hint of the encroaching shadows , the deep gloom of sorrow creeping toward me and my loved one . The town was sleeping quietly . The Neosho was `` chattering over stony ways , '' and whispering its midnight melody . The wooded bottoms were black and glistening , and all the prairies were a gleaming , silvery sea of glory . The peace of God was on the world , the broad benediction of serenity and love . Oh , many a picture have I in my memory 's treasure house , that imperishable art gallery of the soul .