From Job <br /> <br />A spirit passed before me: I beheld <br />The face of immortality unveiled— <br />Deep sleep came down on every eye save mine— <br />And there it stood,—all formless—but divine: <br />Along my bones the creeping flesh did quake; <br />And as my damp hair stiffened, thus it spake: <br /> <br />"Is man more just than God? Is man more pure <br />Than He who deems even Seraphs insecure? <br />Creatures of clay—vain dwellers in the dust! <br />The moth survives you, and are ye more just? <br />Things of a day! you wither ere the night, <br />Heedless and blind to Wisdom's wasted light!"<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-spirit-passed-before-me/
