Satan monologue — Satan Absolved: A Victorian Mystery

Ah, Lord, wilt Thou believe me? That was a mighty dream, Sublime, of a world won by Thy Son's stratagem Of being himself a Man--the rueful outcast thing! And of all men a Jew! for poor Earth's ransoming. Thrice glorious inspiration! Who but He had dared Come naked, as He came, of all His kingship bared, Not one of us to serve Him, neither praised nor proud But just as the least are, the last ones of the crowd. He had not Man's fierce eye. No beast fell back abashed To meet Him in the woods, as though a flame had flashed. He lay down with the foxes. The quails went and came Between His feet asleep. They did not fear His blame. He had not Man's hard heart. He had not Man's false hand. His gesture was as theirs. Their wit could understand He was their fellow flesh. To Him so near to God What difference lay 'twixt Man and the least herb He trod? He came to save them _all_, to win _all_ to His peace. What cared He for Man, Jew, more than the least of these? And yet He loved His kind, the sick at heart, the poor, The impotent of will, those who from wrong forbore, Those without arms to strike, the lost of Israel. Of these He made His kingdom--as it pleased Him well-- Kingdom without a king. His thought was to bring back Earth to its earlier way, ere Man had left the track, And stay his rage to slay. "Take ye no thought," said He, "Of what the day may bring. Be as the lilies be. "They toil not, nor do spin, and yet are clothed withal. "Choose ye the lowest place. Be guileless of all gall. "If one shall smite you, smile. If one shall rob, give more. "The first shall be the last, and each soul hold its store. "Only the eyes that weep--only the poor in spirit-- "Only the pure in heart God's kingdom shall inherit." On this fair base of love Thy Son built up His creed, Thinking to save the world. And Man, who owned no need Of any saving, slew Him.