A little star
posted by saurabh in What Is To Be Done |Dear friends, I apologize for a long silence. It’s been hard times lately, and there’s been much weeping and gnashing of teeth in my corner. As a remittance for my inconstancy, I tear off this small piece of myself and give it to you.
When I was a boy, my father once spoke this poem to me, and, written on the velvet fabric of his accented cadences, I have worn it close to my heart ever since. Its letters are plain and round, but it contains all that I have ever found one needs to know of wisdom.
Abou ben Adam
by James Henry Leigh Hunt
Abou ben Adam (may his tribe increase!)
awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight of his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
an angel, writing in a book of of gold.
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adam bold,
And to the Prescence 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 cheerily 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 blest,
And lo! Ben adam’s name led all the rest.
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