The Household Spirit

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Title:     The Household Spirit
Author: J. C. Manning [More Titles by Manning]

A spirit stealeth up and down the stairs
Noiseless as thistle-down upon the wind:
So calm--so sweetly calm--the look it wears:
Meltful as music is its voice--and kind.
Like lustrous violets full of twinkling life
Two orbs of beauty light its face divine:
And o'er its cheeks a dainty red runs rife,
Like languid lilies flusht with rosy wine.
Its velvet touch doth soothe where dwells a pain;
Its glance doth angelize each angry thought;
And, like a rainbow-picture in the rain,
Where tears fall thick its voice is comfort-fraught.
How like a seraph bright it threads along
Each room erewhile so desolate and dark,
Waking their slumbering echoes into song
As laughs the Morn when uproused by the lark.
Methinks a home doth wear its heavenliest light
When haunted by so good, so fair a sprite.

[The end]
J. C. Manning's poem: Household Spirit

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