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: Thomas Moss was minister of Brierley Hill, and of Trentham, in Staffordshire. In 1769, he anonymously published a collection of miscellaneous poems, forming a thin quarto, which he had printed at Wolverhampton.
