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 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!