Abou Ben Adhem
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:---
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold
And to the presence in the room he said,
- 'What writest thou?'---The visions rais'd its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answer'd, 'The names of those who love the Lord.'
- 'And is mine one?' asked Abou. 'Nay, not so.'
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerily still; and said, 'I pray for thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men.'
- The angel wrote, and vanish'd. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And show'd the names whom love of God had blest,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.