A Spirit Passed Before Me. From Job.
A spirit passed before me: I beheldThe face of Immortality unveiled--Deep Sleep came down on every eye save mine--And there it stood,--all formless--but divine:Along my bones the creeping flesh did quake;And as my damp hair stiffened, thus it spake:
"Is man more just than God? Is man more pureThan he who deems even Seraphs insecure?Creatures of clay--vain dwellers in the dust!The moth survives you, and are ye more just?Things of a day! you wither ere the night,Heedless and blind to Wisdom's wasted light!"
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