James Henry Leigh Hunt

(19 October 1784 – 28 August 1859 / Southgate, London)

An Angel In The House - Poem by James Henry Leigh Hunt

How sweet it were, if without feeble fright,
Or dying of the dreadful beauteous sight,
An angel came to us, and we could bear
To see him issue from the silent air
At evening in our room, and bend on ours
His divine eyes, and bring us from his bowers
News of dear friends, and children who have never
Been dead indeed,--as we shall know forever.
Alas! we think not what we daily see
About our hearths,--angels that are to be,
Or may be if they will, and we prepare
Their souls and ours to meet in happy air;--
A child, a friend, a wife whose soft heart sings
In unison with ours, breeding its future wings.

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  • (6/29/2016 4:28:00 PM)

    I am 75 years old and my mom recited this poem to me as a little girl and many times growing up. In 1985, I asked her to write it down for me, which she did. I then hand printed it out in calligraphy, had it framed and gave it to her for her birthday. It once again is mine and hangs on the wall in the guest bedroom. I wish I had asked her why she had memorized it. I was surprised when I found your website and the poem. Her hand written poem was exactly like the one on your web site; punctuation, capitol letters and spelling. etc. Loving daughter, Carren 2016 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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