When I reach my room at night
I shut the door upon the day,
The noise of conflict dies away,
And presently a little light
Burns in my heart and fills the room,
Dispelling gloom.

My clothes of care are laid aside,
My hands are cleansed of stain of soil,
I shake my feet from dust of toil,
The doubts of day are scattered wide,
And I hear the inner voice of peace
Bid tumults cease.

Then is the hour of silent song,
The sweet communion that is prayer,
When angels of Good Thoughts draw near—
A healing and a happy throng;
And when I close my eyes in sleep,
Their vigils keep.