“O, brother man! fold to thy heart thy brother;
where pity dwells, the peace of God is there.”
John Greenleaf Whittier Worship
Worship, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
“O wise among all Angels ordinate,
God foiled of glory, god betrayed by fate,
Satan, O pity my long wretchedness!
O Prince of Exile doomed to heinous wrong,
Who, vanquished, riseth ever stark and strong,
Satan, O pity my long wretchedness!
Thou knowest all, proud king of occult things,
Familiar healer of man's sufferings,
Satan, O pity my long wretchedness!
Thy love wakes thirst for Heaven in one and all:
Leper, pimp, outcast, fool and criminal,
Satan, O pity my long wretchedness!”
— Charles Baudelaire, book Les Fleurs du mal
<p>Ô toi, le plus savant et le plus beau des Anges,<br>Dieu trahi par le sort et privé de louanges,</p><p>Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!</p><p>Ô Prince de l'exil, à qui l'on a fait tort<br>Et qui, vaincu, toujours te redresses plus fort,</p><p>Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!</p><p>Toi qui sais tout, grand roi des choses souterraines,<br>Guérisseur familier des angoisses humaines,</p><p>Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!</p><p>Toi qui, même aux lépreux, aux parias maudits,<br>Enseignes par l'amour le goût du Paradis,</p><p>Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère! <br class="br">"Les Litanies de Satan" [Litanies of Satan] http://fr.wikisource.org/wiki/Les_Litanies_de_Satan <br class="br">Les fleurs du mal (Flowers of Evil) (1857)
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