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SONGS FOR BOYHOOD.
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ABOU BEN ADHEM. Leigu Hunt.
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 thon f" 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 cheerily 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
blessed, And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest!
And the sheen of their spears was like stars ou the
sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly ou deep Galilee.
Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath
blown, That host ou the morrow lay withered and strown.
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the
blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but ouce heaved, and forever grew
still.
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of hid
pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
And there lay the rider, distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his
mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
And the widows of Asshur are loud in their wail, Aud the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the
sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord !
THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB.
Lord Byeon.
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the
fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and
gold j







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