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Post by Smithee on May 27, 2011 17:23:48 GMT 10
Abou Ben Adam by James Leigh Hunt
Abou Ben Adam, may his tribe increase Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace And saw, within the moonlight of his room Making it rich, like a lily in bloom An angel writing in a book of gold.
Exceeding peace had made Abou Ben Adam bold And to the presence in his room he said ' What writest thou?' The vision raised its head And with a look 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 cheerily 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 awaking light And showed the names of whom love of God had blessed. And lo! Ben Adam's name led all the rest.
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