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Abou Ben Adhem

by Leigh Hunt

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To a Day

by Philip Bourke Marston

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Abou Ben Adhem

by Leigh Hunt

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 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 cheerly 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 showed the names whom love of God had blest,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.

To a Day

by Philip Bourke Marston

Shall I sing of the earth or of the sea? — 
Of bright-wing'd Mirth, that stays its hour, and flies, 
On fickle wings, to far-off, alien skies; 
Shall I praise these, O Day, and not praise thee 
That giv'st me rare, sweet gifts, — yea, was to me 
As sudden fire; a rapture for mine eyes. 
That made my roused, stung heart to swell and rise, 
Filling it with the joy of joys to be ? 

The year returns, but thee I see no more, — 
Gone as a man's first dream of goodness goes; 
But, where less joys are as forgotten things, 
When I draw near to the pale, shadow-shore, 
Be with me then, to fight against my foes; 
Kiss me, and guard me! hide me with thy wings. 

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