noon
He had sown in tears , ay , and was weary of the sowing ; but the harvesting was not yet . IT came to pass upon a certain day scarce a se ' nnight later , that Prior Stephen was troubled in his mind by reason of a dream which came to him . It happened on this wise . He was sitting by his window after the noon repast , musing , as he was wont , on his dear son . The song of the bees busy in the herb-garden was very pleasant to his ear , the warm , still air overcame him , and he slept . Suddenly he heard a voice calling -- a voice he knew in every fibre of his being and yet could set no name to , for it was the voice of God . He arose in haste and went out into the garth , and lo !