Here you will find the Poem A Spirit Passed Before Me [From Job] of poet Lord George Gordon Byron
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!'