William Bell Scott
Southey - Poem by William Bell Scott
ON READING ‘THE LIFE,’ BY PROFESSOR DOWDEN.
Job heard a sweet sound, Job awoke,
And saw a faint white light,
He turned, he deemed the night was spent,
'Twas but the first watch of the night,
Day had not broke,
It was Jehovah's angel spoke,
Bright in the opening of the tent.
Job, the Lord hath heard your prayer,
And sends me here to thee, I bear
Your recompense, which shall it be,
Goodness or Greatness? say and see.
Job knelt, Lord, give me charity,
The rest perhaps will come to me.
He looked, the angel was no more,
Job rose in purple from the floor.
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