Emphasis Preaching Journal

From childhood school days I recall the deep impression made upon me by a certain poem by J. H. L. Hunt. It began as follows:
Abou-Ben-Adam, 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 reading in a book of gold.
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adam 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,