An angel(?) writing in a book of gold:
Exceeding cheek had made Ben Dizzy bold;
And to the Presence in the room he said,
“What writest thou?” The vision raised its head,
And, with a smile of diabolic beauty,
Answered, “The names of those who do their duty.”
“And is mine one?” said Dizzy. “Nay, not so,”
Replied the Spirit. Dizzy spoke more low,
But cheerly still, and said, “I pray thee then,
Write me as one that does his fellow-men.”