by Trufflemaker » Fri May 27, 2005 12:45 pm
#ed_op#DIV#ed_cl#Jazzy Bey, I love the name Abou Ben... as soon as I heard it I thought of this old poem that my father loved...#ed_op#/DIV#ed_cl##ed_op#DIV#ed_cl# #ed_op#/DIV#ed_cl##ed_op#DIV#ed_cl##ed_op#TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width="100%" border=0#ed_cl##ed_op#TBODY#ed_cl##ed_op#TR#ed_cl##ed_op#TD#ed_cl##ed_op#DIV align=left#ed_cl##ed_op#TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width="100%" border=0#ed_cl##ed_op#TBODY#ed_cl##ed_op#TR#ed_cl##ed_op#TD#ed_cl##ed_op#FONT face=Arial color=#800000 size=4#ed_cl#Abou Ben Adhem#ed_op#BR#ed_cl# #ed_op#/FONT#ed_cl##ed_op#/TD#ed_cl##ed_op#TD width=120#ed_cl##ed_op#/TD#ed_cl##ed_op#/TR#ed_cl##ed_op#/TBODY#ed_cl##ed_op#/TABLE#ed_cl##ed_op#/DIV#ed_cl##ed_op#/TD#ed_cl##ed_op#/TR#ed_cl##ed_op#TR#ed_cl##ed_op#TD#ed_cl##ed_op#DIV align=left#ed_cl##ed_op#TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width="100%" border=0#ed_cl##ed_op#TBODY#ed_cl##ed_op#TR#ed_cl##ed_op#TD vAlign=top width=20#ed_cl# #ed_op#/TD#ed_cl##ed_op#TD vAlign=top#ed_cl##ed_op#FONT face=Arial color=#800000 size=3#ed_cl#Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)#ed_op#BR#ed_cl#Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,#ed_op#BR#ed_cl#And saw, within the moonlight in his room,#ed_op#BR#ed_cl#Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,#ed_op#BR#ed_cl#An angel writing in a book of gold:— #ed_op#BR#ed_cl#Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,#ed_op#BR#ed_cl#And to the Presence in the room he said#ed_op#BR#ed_cl#"What writest thou?"—The vision raised its head,#ed_op#BR#ed_cl#And with a look made of all sweet accord,#ed_op#BR#ed_cl#Answered "The names of those who love the Lord."#ed_op#BR#ed_cl#"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"#ed_op#BR#ed_cl#Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,#ed_op#BR#ed_cl#But cheerly still, and said "I pray thee, then,#ed_op#BR#ed_cl#Write me as one that loves his fellow men."#ed_op#BR#ed_cl##ed_op#BR#ed_cl#The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night#ed_op#BR#ed_cl#It came again with a great wakening light,#ed_op#BR#ed_cl#And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,#ed_op#BR#ed_cl#And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.#ed_op#BR#ed_cl##ed_op#/FONT#ed_cl##ed_op#/TD#ed_cl##ed_op#/TR#ed_cl##ed_op#/TBODY#ed_cl##ed_op#/TABLE#ed_cl##ed_op#/DIV#ed_cl##ed_op#STRONG#ed_cl##ed_op#FONT face=Arial color=#800000#ed_cl#James Henry Leigh Hunt#ed_op#/FONT#ed_cl##ed_op#/STRONG#ed_cl##ed_op#/TD#ed_cl##ed_op#/TR#ed_cl##ed_op#/TBODY#ed_cl##ed_op#/TABLE#ed_cl##ed_op#/DIV#ed_cl#
"No one can teach riding so well as a horse."
C.S. Lewis, "The Horse and His Boy"