And show’d the names whom love of God had bless’d—
And, lo! Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest!
Leigh Hunt.
Making up the Slate.
Stratman Ben Jackey—may his tribe decrease—
Awoke one night, quite sick and ill at ease,
And saw within the lamplight in his room—
Making it yellow with a sickly gloom—
The devil, scratching on a brazen slate.