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!"

"THE Emperor Nepos was acknowledged by the "Senate, by the Italians, and by the Provincials of "Gaul; his moral virtues, and military talents, were

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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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"By this shameful abdication, he protracted his life "a few years, in a very ambiguous state, between an "Emperor and an Exile, till

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

VOL. IV.

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