English poem
Satan
by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt (1840–1922)
Ay, Job. He stands In light of the new Gospel, Captain of Thy bands, And prince of all that served Thee, fearing not to find Thy justice even in wrong with no new life behind, Thy justice even in death. In all, four men of good Of the whole race of Shem, Heaven's stars in multitude. I speak of the old time and the one chosen Nation To whom Thou gavest the law.