“And is mine one?” Ben Adhem asked. “Nay, not so,”
Replied the Angel. Abou spoke more low
But cheerly still. “I pray thee, then,
Write me as one who loves his fellow men.”
The Angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
He came again, with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blest;
And lo! Ben Adhem’s led the rest.