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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