The Pity Of The Angels

The Pity Of The Angels by Victor Hugo

 ("Un Ange vit un jour.") 
 
 {LA PITIÉ SUPREME VIII., 1881.} 


 When an angel of kindness 
 Saw, doomed to the dark, 
 Men framed in his likeness, 
 He sought for a spark— 
 Stray gem of God's glory 
 That shines so serene— 
 And, falling like lark, 
 To brighten our story, 
 Pure Pity was seen. 


 





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