James Henry Leigh Hunt

(19 October 1784 – 28 August 1859 / Southgate, London)

Abou Ben Adhem - Poem by James Henry Leigh 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 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 blessed,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.

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  • (7/2/2018 8:30:00 PM)

    I remember the poem studied in the seventh standard and found after 50 years 😊 (Report) Reply

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  • (6/8/2018 10:07:00 PM)

    My mom read this poem to me as a child Have loved it since (Report) Reply

  • (6/2/2018 1:15:00 PM)

    Strangely this poem was running through my head this morning, I leaned it in school way back in 50's. As I'm reading the comments it seems like many have had the same experience. I never analysed it, The only sense I can make of it, is Jesus told us to love our neighbor, he said how can you love God if you don't love your fellow men. So it kinda makes sense Abou, should love his fellow men. I personally find it's much easier to love God than my fellow men. (Report) Reply

  • (6/1/2018 7:47:00 AM)

    Some of the comments/reactions to this poem are unkind. What do you suppose Jesus meant when he said I have sheep in other pastures, or when he held up the good Samaritan (heretics that did not have the right faith) , as an example of faithful love? (Report) Reply

  • (5/19/2018 12:57:00 PM)

    This is a sacrilegious poem. Abu does not love the lord and he says he just loves my fellow man and then he is
    placed first in the book of gold that you are suppose to love god to get into. This is a teaching from an atheist that threw out the greatest commandment. In my poem Abu is going straight to if he does not change his
    ways It is so easy to be blinded by something that seems to end so well but it is a Lie straight from.
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    (5/29/2018 11:17:00 AM)

    The very POINT of the Poem is that many people who wish to do the work of, and follow, the Good Lord have missed the message He left us with, and have let their own human way of thinking get in the way of the Message that Christ sent. He IS the Way itself. and that Way is Loving one another and our neighbors. This poem is the opposite of sacreilegious.

  • (5/14/2018 11:32:00 PM)

    I was asked to learn this poem at 6 grade and I now think it was written by an atheist or someone that does not know the bible. Think about what it is saying. Basically Abu did not have to love God as the greatest commandment or even be a good person all he had to do was love his fellow man and He was above all others.
    This is a terrible poem to teach kids, think about it!
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  • (5/5/2018 7:47:00 AM)

    My Mom, who is now 100 years old, used to teach me all of the classic poems while I helped her with the dishes. I still remember them all now and so does she! (Report) Reply

  • (5/3/2018 2:53:00 AM)

    I learned this poem at Walton H S in the Bronx, NYC in the 1940s, over 70 years ago. I still quote it.

    Who says teenagers don't enjoy classic poetry?
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  • (3/26/2018 1:37:00 AM)

    I had to memorize this poem in elementary school (1950's) and for some reason the first few lines popped into my head last night and I had to check out this site to read the whole poem. (Report) Reply

    (4/23/2018 7:26:00 PM)

    In the 1950’s this was part of our English studies. Our Teacher Muriel Gould.I got up wth this AM. thought and remembered the first two lines and i Thank you Google and Gould

  • (3/22/2018 6:52:00 AM)

    Love it so much, learnt it from primary school (Report) Reply

  • (3/16/2018 7:04:00 AM)

    I had to learn this poem whilst at school 60 years ago and had forgotten some of the words. Brings back happy memories. (Report) Reply

  • (2/13/2018 5:23:00 PM)

    I too learned this poem from my father in 6th grade. 1958 (Report) Reply

  • (2/4/2018 2:53:00 AM)

    This is very ossam story (Report) Reply

  • (2/1/2018 9:48:00 AM)

    have loved this poem and thought for years. (Report) Reply

  • (1/28/2018 9:21:00 PM)

    See also, Coleridge:
    He prayeth best who loveth best
    All things both great and small.
    For that dear God who loveth us
    He made and loveth all.
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  • (1/25/2018 11:31:00 AM)

    I am 84 and I learned this poem as a child, from my father in York, UK. I guess he learned it at school in about 1912.
    He recited it at every opportunity, very regularly and word perfect. He must have done a good teaching job - I am still word perfect too! !
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  • (1/19/2018 9:43:00 AM)

    This is very oossumm story (Report) Reply

  • (1/18/2018 5:32:00 AM)

    My Father taught me this poem when I was a child. He passed away when I was 11 years old, but I still remember it well, although not word for word. I shall be 70 in a couple of months, so i guess my memory isn't too bad right now.
    Moving thought provoking words!
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  • (1/7/2018 7:11:00 AM)

    I learned this poem in the 8th grade at Sampson elementary, Detroit,1964. (Report) Reply

  • (12/27/2017 2:04:00 AM)

    I cannot recall when I first heard this poem in the 60's - high school or college. Put the the first two lines run through my head to this day at 71. While not always religious - always felt spiritual.In a few weeks it will be my turn to read my favorite devotional in a church group. Instead I shall read this. We live in terrifying times. Feeling the inner soul of a man from a culture we sometimes fear seems appropriate. Thank you. (Report) Reply

    (1/1/2018 7:31:00 PM)

    I feel the same way at 83.

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