\u00d4 nos pauvres soldats, oui, vous avez fl\u00e9chi.
\nAvant que ce Paris sacr\u00e9 soit affranchi,
\nAvant que notre France auguste soit sauv\u00e9e,
\nAvant que l’aigle ait mis \u00e0 l’abri sa couv\u00e9e,
\nVous avez dit: A bas la guerre, citoyens!
\nEt nous, qui, sous la bombe et sous les biscayens,
\nLuttions comme vous, pr\u00eats aux plus terribles t\u00e2ches,
\nIndign\u00e9s, nous avons cri\u00e9: Taisez-vous, l\u00e2ches!<\/p>\n
Eh bien, nous e\u00fbmes tort, vous \u00eates des vaillants.
\nH\u00e9las! pour g\u00e9n\u00e9raux avoir des chambellans,
\nEt pour chefs des valets et pour ma\u00eetres des cuistres,
\nC’est trop, et vous avez subi les jours sinistres.
\nAu-devant de l’affront vous f\u00fbtes envoy\u00e9s;
\nVous avez combattu pour \u00eatre foudroy\u00e9s;
\nVous v\u00eetes comment croule une gloire d\u00e9truite,
\nEt vous avez appris le chemin de la fuite,
\nO douleur! vous les fils de ceux par qui tonna
\nAusterlitz, et par qui resplendit I\u00e9na!
\nAh! sombres coeurs bris\u00e9s et qu’emplit l’amertume!
\nEsp\u00e9rez, \u00f4 vaincus! ce n’est pas la coutume
\nDe la France d’avoir longtemps le front courb\u00e9.
\nApr\u00e8s Blenheim, apr\u00e8s Rosbach, on est tomb\u00e9,
\nMais on s’est relev\u00e9 par Ulm et par Arcole.
\nSubissez le malheur comme on subit l’\u00e9cole;
\nCouvez l’\u00e2pre courroux des coeurs humili\u00e9s.
\nSoit. Pour un instant, fils de France, vous pliez,<\/p>\n
H\u00e9las, et vous avez fait un pas en arri\u00e8re;
\nMais vous n’en rentrerez que d’une \u00e2me plus fi\u00e8re
\nDans notre antique gloire et dans nos vieux chemins.<\/p>\n
Ils d\u00e9faillaient aussi, les grands soldats romains;
\nEt quand C\u00e9sar passait, ces m\u00e9contents \u00e9piques
\nLui demandaient la paix en abaissant les piques;
\nCe qui n’emp\u00eachait pas, pourtant nous l’oublions,
\nCes hommes de se battre ainsi que des lions,
\nEt les peuples d’avoir pources l\u00e9gionnaires
\nLe culte \u00e9pouvant\u00e9 qu’on a pour les tonnerres.
\nOui, parfois, quand l’\u00e9lan romain s’interrompit,
\nLes barbares avaient un moment -de r\u00e9pit,
\nEt l’on riait de voir s’en retourner aux villes
\nLes vieux hastati las et blancs et les pupilles
\nDont le visage \u00e0 peine avait un blond duvet.;
\nMais bient\u00f4t cette arm\u00e9e en qui Rome vivait
\nRebouclait sa cuirasse, et rentrait en campagne;
\nEt partout, en Dacie, en Phrygie, -en Espagne,
\nLes rois se remettaient \u00e0 trembler, quand le vent
\nLeur apportait le bruit de sa marche en avant.<\/p>\n
Paris, 8 janvier 1871.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[252],"poems-book":[293],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-10283","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-252","poems-book-toute-la-lyre","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n