1 I may hear His voice at morning,
When the sky is softly bright,
And a flood of golden glory
Tinges every purple height;
Ere my hands begin the labor
Which belongeth to the day,
I may hear Him softly whisper,
Fold thy work and come away.
2 I may hear Him in the noontide,
When the reapers take their rest,
And the golden sheaves are lying
Prostrate on the earth’s warm breast;
In the overpowering brightness
Of the glorious midday sun,
He may come with shining sickle
And life’s work for me be done.
3 I may hear Him in the midnight,
As His voice of solemn cheer
Pierces through the mystic silence,
Whispering: Thy Guest is here;
Rise and climb the upper pathway
Where have walked the sons of God;
I, the Messenger, will lead thee
Safely where their feet have trod.
4 Since He may come in the morning,
At the noon or eventide,
I must have my garments ready,
And my lamp with oil supplied;
I must listen for His knocking,
I must rise and ope the gate,
For He comes to guide me safely
Where the angels for me wait.
Miss Susanna Valentine Aldrich, author, was born in Hopkinton, Mass, 14th November, 1828. She is the only child of Willard and Lucy (Morse) Aldrich. From her earliest years she showed a decided literary bent. Her studies were interrupted by a severe illness lasting for years. A victim to insomnia, she always kept paper and pencil within reach in order to jot down the fancies that thronged upon her. Encouraged by the Rev. J. C. Webster, her pastor, also one of the directors of the academy which Miss Aldrich attended, some of her compositions were offered to a magazine, and were accepted. For many years Miss Aldrich contributed both prose and poetry to a number of papers and magazines. since 1879 she has made her home in the Roxbury District… Go to person page >