In
the
Dead
of
the
Night
.
Sung
by
Mrs.
Jordan
in
the
Wedding
Day
.
(
Sold
by
J.
EVANS
,
No.
41
,
Long-lane
.
)
IN
the
dead
of
the
night
,
when
with
labor
oppress'd
All
mortals
enjoy
the
sweet
blessing
of
rest
,
A
boy
knock'd
at
my
door
,
I
awoke
with
the
noise
,
Who
is
it
,
I
said
,
who
is
it
that
my
rest
thus
destroys
He
answered
so
softly
,
so
gently
,
so
mild
,
I
am
a
poor
little
unfortunate
child
;
Its
a
cold
rainy
night
,
I
am
wet
to
the
skin
,
And
I
have
lost
my
way
,
so
pray
let
me
in
.
In
compassion
I
rose
,
and
striking
a
light
,
I
open'd
the
door
,
when
a
boy
stood
in
sight
He
had
wings
on
his
shoulders
,
the
rain
from
them
drip'd
,
And
with
bow
and
with
arrows
the
boy
was
equip'd
I
stir'd
up
my
fire
,
set
him
down
by
my
side
,
And
with
a
warm
napkin
the
wet
from
him
dry'd
I
chal'd
him
all
o'er
,
to
keep
out
the
cold
air
,
And
I
wrung
with
my
hands
the
wet
from
his
hair
.
No
sooner
from
wet
and
from
cold
he
found
ease
,
Then
he
took
up
the
bow
and
said
,
Ma'am
,
if
you
please
,
I
would
fain
,
with
your
leave
,
by
experiment
know
,
If
the
rain
has
not
damag'd
the
strings
of
my
bow
.
Then
straight
from
his
quiver
an
arrow
he
drew
.
Which
he
aim'd
at
my
heart
,
and
twang
went
the
yew
.
My
bow
is
undamag'd
,
said
he
,
and
my
dart
,
And
you
will
find
trouble
in
bearing
the
smart
.