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 all of sweet accord Answered “The names of those who love the Lord.”

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