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FROM JOB.

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A SPIRIT pass'd before me: I beheld
The face of Immortality unveil'd—

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 stiffen'd, thus it spake :

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"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!"

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"THE Emperor Nepos was acknowledged by the Senate, “ by the Italians, and by the Provincials of Gaul; his moral "virtues, and military talents, were loudly celebrated; and "those who derived any private benefit from his government "announced in prophetic strains the restoration of public felicity.

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Gibbon's Decline and Fall, vol. vi. p. 220.

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NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE.

1.

'Tis done but yesterday a King!

And arm'd with Kings to strive—

And now thou art a nameless thing

So abject-yet alive!

Is this the man of thousand thrones,

Who strew'd our Earth with hostile bones,

And can he thus survive?

Since he, miscall'd the Morning Star,

Nor man nor fiend hath fallen so far.

2.

Ill-minded man! why scourge thy kind
Who bow'd so low the knee?

By gazing on thyself grown blind,
Thou taught'st the rest to see.

With might unquestion'd,-power to save-
Thine only gift hath been the grave
To those that worshipp'd thee;
Nor till thy fall could mortals guess
Ambition's less than littleness!

3.

Thanks for that lesson-it will teach

To after-warriors more

Than high Philosophy can preach,

And vainly preach'd before.

That spell upon the minds of men
Breaks never to unite again,

That led them to adore

Those Pagod things of sabre-sway,

With fronts of brass, and feet of clay.

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