Les M\u00e9chants m\u2019ont vant\u00e9 leurs mensonges frivoles :
\nMais je n\u2019aime que les paroles
\nDe l\u2019\u00e9ternelle V\u00e9rit\u00e9.
\nPlein du feu divin qui m\u2019inspire,
\nJe consacre aujourd\u2019hui ma Lyre
\nA la c\u00e9leste Charit\u00e9.<\/p>\n
En vain je parlerais le langage des Anges.
\nEn vain, mon Dieu, de tes louanges
\nJe remplirais tout l\u2019Univers :
\nSans amour, ma gloire n\u2019\u00e9gale
\nQue la gloire de la cymbale,
\nQui d\u2019un vain bruit frappe les airs.<\/p>\n
Que sert \u00e0 mon esprit de percer les ab\u00eemes
\nDes myst\u00e8res les plus sublimes,
\nEt de lire dans l\u2019avenir ?
\nSans amour, ma science est vaine,
\nComme le songe, dont \u00e0 peine
\nIl reste un l\u00e9ger souvenir.<\/p>\n
Que me sert que ma Foi transporte les montagnes ?
\nQue dans les arides campagnes
\nLes torrents naissent sous mes pas ;
\nOu que ranimant la poussi\u00e8re
\nElle rende aux Morts la lumi\u00e8re,
\nSi l\u2019amour ne l\u2019anime pas ?<\/p>\n
Oui, mon Dieu, quand mes mains de tout mon h\u00e9ritage
\nAux pauvres feraient le partage ;
\nQuand m\u00eame pour le nom Chr\u00e9tien,
\nBravant les croix les plus infames
\nJe livrerais mon corps aux flammes,
\nSi je n\u2019aime, je ne suis rien.<\/p>\n
Que je vois de Vertus qui brillent sur ta trace,
\nCharit\u00e9, fille de la Gr\u00e2ce !
\nAvec toi marche la Douceur,
\nQue suit avec un air affable
\nLa Patience ins\u00e9parable
\nDe la Paix son aimable soeur.<\/p>\n
Tel que l\u2019Astre du jour \u00e9carte les t\u00e9n\u00e8bres
\nDe la Nuit compagnes fun\u00e8bres,
\nTelle tu chasses d\u2019un coup d\u2019oeil
\nL\u2019Envie aux humains si fatale,
\nEt toute la troupe infernale
\nDes Vices enfants de l\u2019Orgueil.<\/p>\n
Libre d\u2019ambition, simple, et sans artifice,
\nAutant que tu hais l\u2019Injustice,
\nAutant la V\u00e9rit\u00e9 te plait.
\nQue peut la Col\u00e8re farouche
\nSur un coeur, que jamais ne touche
\nLe soin de son propre int\u00e9r\u00eat ?<\/p>\n
Aux faiblesses d\u2019autrui loin d\u2019\u00eatre inexorable,
\nToujours d\u2019un voile favorable
\nTu t\u2019efforces de les couvrir.
\nQuel triomphe manque \u00e0 ta gloire ?
\nL\u2019amour sait tout vaincre, tout croire,
\nTout esp\u00e9rer, et tout souffrir.<\/p>\n
Un jour Dieu cessera d\u2019inspirer des oracles.
\nLe don des langues, les miracles,
\nLa science aura son d\u00e9clin.
\nL\u2019amour, la charit\u00e9 divine
\nEternelle en son origine
\nNe conna\u00eetra jamais de fin.<\/p>\n
Nos clart\u00e9s ici bas ne sont qu\u2019\u00e9nigmes sombres,
\nMais Dieu sans voiles et sans ombres
\nNous \u00e9clairera dans les cieux.
\nEt ce Soleil inaccessible,
\nComme \u00e0 ses yeux je suis visible,
\nSe rendra visible \u00e0 mes yeux.<\/p>\n
L\u2019amour sur tous les Dons l\u2019emporte avec justice,
\nDe notre c\u00e9leste \u00e9difice
\nLa Foi vive est le fondement,
\nLa sainte Esp\u00e9rance l\u2019\u00e9l\u00e8ve,
\nL\u2019ardente Charit\u00e9 l\u2019ach\u00e8ve,
\nEt l\u2019assure \u00e9ternellement,<\/p>\n
Quand pourrai-je t\u2019offrir, \u00f4 Charit\u00e9 supr\u00eame,
\nAu sein de la lumi\u00e8re m\u00eame
\nLe Cantique de mes soupirs ;
\nEt toujours br\u00fblant pour ta gloire,
\nToujours puiser, et toujours boire
\nDans la source des vrais plaisirs !<\/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":[167],"poems-book":[571],"poemes-theme":[334,378,396,425],"poete":[578],"class_list":["post-12284","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-167","poems-book-cantique-spitituels","poemes-theme-bonheur","poemes-theme-mensonge","poemes-theme-religion","poemes-theme-solidarite","poete-jean-racine"],"yoast_head":"\n