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Our Little Ghost

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Parent Issue
Day
14
Month
August
Year
1874
Copyright
Public Domain
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EY L0L-I8K M. ALCOTT. Oft in the silence o{ the night, When the louely moon rides high, Wheu wintry winds are whistling, And we hear the owl's shrill ery, In the quiet, dusky chamber, By the flickering firelight, Eising up between two sleepers, Comes a spirit all in white. A winsome little ghost it is, Bosy-oheeked aud bright of eye, W'ith yellow curls all breakmg loose From a small cap pushed awry. Up it climbs among the pillows, For the " big dark " brings no dread, And a baby's boundless fancy Makes a kingdom of a bed. A íearless little ghost it is, Safe the night seems as the day ; The moon is but a gentle face, And the sighing winds are gay, The solitude is full of friends, And the hour brings no regrets ; For in this happy little soul, Shinos a sun that never sets. A merry little ghost it is, Dancing gaily by itself, On the flowery counterpane, Like a tricksy household elf ; Nodding to tho fitful shadows, As they flicker on the wall ; Tulking to familiar pictures, Mimicking the owl's shrill cali. A thoughtful little ghost it is ; And when lonely gambols tire, With chubby hands on chubby knees, It sits winking at the fire. Fancies, innocent and lovely, Shine before those baby eyes - Fmdless rields of dandolions, Brooks, and birds, and butterflies. A loving little ghost it is ; When crept into its nest, lts hand on father's shoulder laid, lts head on mother's breast, It watcheth each familiar face With its tranquil, trusting eye ; And, like a sleepy little bird, Siugs its owu soft lullaby. Then those who feigned to sleep before, Lest baby play till dawn, Wake and watch their foldod flower- Little rose without a thorn. And, in the silence of the night, The hearts that love it most Pray tenderly above lts sleep, " God bless our little ghost ! "

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Subjects
Old News
Michigan Argus