LITANY TO SATAN
Thou by thy Mistress Death hast given to man
Hope, the imperishable courtesan.
Satan, at last take pity on our pain!
Thou givest to the Guilty their calm mien
That damns the crowd around the guillotine.
Satan, at last take pity on our pain!
Thou knowest those corners of the jealous Earth
Where God has hidden jewels of great worth.
Satan, at last take pity on our pain!
Thou dost discover by mysterious signs
Where sleep the buried people of the mines.
Satan, at last take pity on our pain!
Thou stretchest forth a saving hand to keep
Such men as roam upon the roofs in sleep.
Satan, at last take pity on our pain!
Thy power can make the halting Drunkards' feet
Avoid the peril of the surging street.
Satan, at last take pity on our pain!
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