The Lord God

O incomparable Good servant, Satan, thou art absolved indeed. It was thy right to pardon thy God's lack of heed, His wrath at thy wise counsel. Nay, thou shamest Me. Be thou absolved, good Angel, Ego absolvo te Ab omnibus peccatis. Once more be it thy right To stand before God's throne for ever in His sight, And trusted more than these. Speak, Satan, what thou wilt, All shall be granted thee, the glory with the guilt Of the Earth lost and won. Who is it thou wouldst send Agent and messenger to work to this new end? What Angel of them all? I pledge thee My full faith It shall be as thou wilt.