Anna Laetitia Barbauld Quote
This dead of midnight is the noon of thought,
And Wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.
At this still hour the self-collected soul
Turns inward, and beholds a stranger there
Of high descent, and more than mortal rank;
An embryo God; a spark of fire divine.
A Summer's Evening Meditation. - Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)