FROM JOB.

I.

A Spirit passed before me: I beheld

The face of Immortality unveiled

Deep Sleep came down on ev'ry 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 :

II.

Is man more just than God? Is man more pure "Than he who deems even seraphs in secure? Creatures of clay-vain dwellers in the dust! . The most 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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THE END.