LITANY TO SATAN
Thou to console our helplessness, didst plot
The cunning use of powder and of shot.
Satan, at last take pity on our pain!
Thy awful name is written as with pitch
On the unrelenting foreheads of the rich:
Satan, at last take pity on our pain!
In strange and hidden places thou dost move
Where passions welter in unhallowed love.
Satan, at last take pity on our pain!
Father of those whom God's tempestuous ire
Has flung from Paradise with sword and fire,
Satan, at last take pity on our pain!
Prayer
Satan, to thee be praise upon the height
Where thou wast King of old, and in the night
Of Hell, where thou dost dream on silently.
Grant that one day beneath the knowledge tree,
When it bursts forth to grace thy royal brow,
My soul may sit, that cries upon thee now.
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