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