XXI
Litany to Satan
(From Baudelaire.)
O grandest of the Angels, and most wise,
O fallen God, fate-driven from the skies,
Satan, at last take pity on our pain!
O first of exiles who endurest wrong,
Who growest in thy hatred still more strong
Satan, at last take pity on our pain!
O subterranean King, omniscient,
Healer of Man's immortal discontent!
Satan, at last take pity on our pain!
To lepers and to outcasts thou dost show
How passion makes Man's Paradise below.
Satan, at last take pity on our pain!
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