In Memory of Charlie Kirk . . .

[Mme. Defarge]

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Abou Ben Adhem (1834)

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 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 cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."

The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blest,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
Poem © Out of copyright

Image © Leigh Hunt by Samuel Laurence, National Portrait Gallery, London

(Posted with irony.)

[Zackzzzz]

1. My memory of this Poem..

Every month in high school, we had to stand in front of the class
and give a poem that we had memorized.
This was one I chose.

[Mme. Defarge]

2. Good choice!

I had to memorize it in 8th grade, along with many others - including The Cremation of Sam McGee.

[Zackzzzz]

3. We were able to choose our own.

[Hekate]

4. TY. I've known this poem since childhood...

Why, suddenly, did tears sting my eyes?

Ironic or not — great reminder in these times.

[Mme. Defarge]

5. Couldn't agree more!