Wilfrid Scawen Blunt,
Satan Absolved: A Victorian Mystery
“ Alas for the world’s shame! Alas for the world’s reason, for Thy Son’s sane creed Of doing only good each day to its own need, Of being as the least of these in wise humility! Behold our Christian Saints, too proud to live or die As all flesh dies and lives, their emperors and kings Clothed in the robes of life as with an eagle’s wings, Their Popes dispensing power, their priests absolving sin. Nay. They have made a hell their damned shall dwell within, With me for their gaolmaster in a world to come Of which they hold the keys! God’s curse on Christendom! ”

