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