J\u2019entends sonner dimanche,
\nQu\u2019ils sont heureux l\u00e0-bas,
\nDevant l\u2019\u00e9glise blanche,
\nParlant haut, priant bas !
\nQuand tout se sent rena\u00eetre
\nAu soleil doux et chaud,
\nC\u2019est le bon Dieu peut-\u00eatre
\nQui dore mon cachot !\u2026<\/p>\n
\ufeffMa m\u00e8re ! ma m\u00e8re !
\n\ufeffQui priez l\u00e0-bas,
\n\ufeffDans votre pri\u00e8re
\n\ufeffNe m\u2019accusez pas !<\/p>\n
De garde \u00e0 la fronti\u00e8re,
\nSur mon fusil pench\u00e9,
\nJ\u2019\u00e9coutais sous la pierre
\nUn filet d\u2019eau cach\u00e9.
\nPuis, songeant \u00e0 vos larmes
\nAu fond de vos yeux doux,
\nJ\u2019ai jet\u00e9 l\u00e0 mes armes
\nPour m\u2019\u00e9lancer vers vous !<\/p>\n
\ufeffMa m\u00e8re ! ma m\u00e8re !
\n\ufeffQui priez l\u00e0-bas,
\n\ufeffDans votre pri\u00e8re
\n\ufeffNe pleuriez-vous pas ?<\/p>\n
Plus loin l\u2019eau sans entrave
\nAppelait le nageur,
\nEt lass\u00e9 d\u2019\u00eatre esclave
\nJe me fis voyageur.
\nUne senteur d\u2019automne
\nOuvrait mon souvenir.
\nEt le canon qui tonne
\nN\u2019e\u00fbt pu me retenir\u2026<\/p>\n
\ufeffMa m\u00e8re ! ma m\u00e8re !
\n\ufeffQui priez l\u00e0-bas,
\n\ufeffDans votre pri\u00e8re
\n\ufeffN\u2019appeliez-vous pas ?<\/p>\n
Les parfums du village
\nTroublent l\u2019humble soldat ;
\nMoi, je n\u2019eus de courage
\nQu\u2019aux p\u00e9rils du combat.
\n\u00c0 mes plaisirs d\u2019enfance
\nJ\u2019avais r\u00eav\u00e9 le soir,
\nEt, tout fi\u00e9vreux d\u2019absence,
\nJ\u2019ai couru vous revoir\u2026<\/p>\n
\ufeffMa m\u00e8re ! ma m\u00e8re !
\n\ufeffQui priez l\u00e0-bas
\n\ufeffDans votre pri\u00e8re
\n\ufeffN\u2019attendiez-vous pas ?<\/p>\n
Au fond de la nuit sombre,
\nM\u2019excitant \u00e0 marcher,
\nComme un g\u00e9ant dans l\u2019ombre
\nSe dressait mon clocher.
\nEt notre blanche \u00e9glise
\nM\u2019attirait \u00e0 genoux
\nSous la croix o\u00f9 Louise
\nEst couch\u00e9e avant nous.<\/p>\n
\ufeffMa m\u00e8re ! ma m\u00e8re !
\n\ufeffQui priez l\u00e0-bas,
\n\ufeffDans votre pri\u00e8re
\n\ufeffN\u2019y pensiez-vous pas ?<\/p>\n
La mort donne quittance
\nAu soldat \u00e9gar\u00e9,
\nPuisqu\u2019apr\u00e8s la sentence
\nMes juges ont pleur\u00e9.
\nPaix ! voici la parade
\nEmplissant le chemin,
\nEt mon vieux camarade
\nQui me t\u00fbra demain\u2026<\/p>\n
\ufeffMa m\u00e8re ! ma m\u00e8re !
\n\ufeffQui priez l\u00e0-bas,
\n\ufeffDans votre pri\u00e8re
\n\ufeffNe m\u2019attendez pas !<\/p>\n
Musique militaire
\nQui bondis sur mon c\u0153ur,
\nAtteindras-tu sous terre
\nLe pauvre d\u00e9serteur ?\u2026
\nLes cloches sur ma t\u00eate
\nSont bonnes de courir\u2026
\nCe carillon de f\u00eate
\nM\u2019encourage \u00e0 mourir\u2026<\/p>\n
\ufeffMa m\u00e8re ! ma m\u00e8re !
\n\ufeffQui priez l\u00e0-bas,
\n\ufeffDans votre pri\u00e8re
\n\ufeffNe m\u2019oubliez pas !<\/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":[209],"poems-book":[210],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[208],"class_list":["post-11464","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-209","poems-book-poesies-inedites","poete-marceline-desbordes-valmore"],"yoast_head":"\n