Friday, 18 November 2016

poetry 13

ABOU BEN ADHEM
LEIGH HUNT

Abou Ben Adhem may his 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 angle 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 vision raised its head
And with a look made of all sweet accord 
Answered the names of those who love the lord

And is mine one? said Abou nay not so
Replied the angel Abou spoke more low 
But cheer still and said i pray thee then
Write me as one that loves his fellow men 
The angel wrote and vanished the next night
It came again with a great wakening light 
And show'd the names whom love of god had bless 'd
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest......

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