A Spirit Passed Before Me [From Job]

A spirit passed before me: I beheld

The 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 pure

Than 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!"