Abou ben Adhem

Abou ben Adhem, 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 make Adhem bold.
And to the presence in the room he said,
'what writest thou?' The vision raised his head,
And with a look made of sweet accord
Answered, 'the names of those who love the Lord.'
'And is mine one?' said Adhem
'Nay,' replied the angel.
Abou spoke more low, but cheerly still, and said:
'I pray thee, then, write me as one who loves his fellow men.'
The angel wrote and vanished.
The next night it came again with a great awakening light
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed.
And lo! ben Adhem's name led above all the rest.

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found this poem in one of those often neglected handouts betty gave, and realised how meaningful and sweet this poem was. beautiful : )