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.
Bio: Temple Hornaday Fielding was a noted travel writer. During World War II, he was a psyop operative in Europe under the Office of Strategic Services Morale Operations Branch unit, 2677th Regiment OSS.
