La myrrhe, l\u2019or et l\u2019encens
\nSont des pr\u00e9sents moins aimables
\nQue de plus humbles pr\u00e9sents
\nOfferts aux Yeux adorables
\nQui souriront plut\u00f4t mieux
\nA de simples v\u0153ux pieux.<\/p>\n
Le voyage des Rois Mages
\nCertes agr\u00e9e au Seigneur.
\nIl accepte ces hommages
\nEt les tient en haut honneur ;
\nMais d\u2019un p\u00e9cheur qui s\u2019amende
\nPour lui la gloire est plus grande.<\/p>\n
Dans ce sublime concours
\nD\u2019adorations premi\u00e8res,
\nJ\u00e9sus go\u00fbtera toujours<\/p>\n
Davantage les pri\u00e8res
\nDes mis\u00e9rables et leur
\nGarde un royaume meilleur.<\/p>\n
Les anges et les archanges
\nQui r\u00e9veillent les bergers,
\nVoix d\u2019espoir et de louanges
\nAux hommes encourag\u00e9s,
\nPriment dans l\u2019azur sans voile
\nLa miraculeuse \u00e9toile\u2026<\/p>\n
Riches, pauvres, faisons-nous
\nN\u00e9ant devant toi, le Ma\u00eetre,
\nDe Ton saint nom seuls jaloux :
\nTu sauras bien reconna\u00eetre
\nEt magnifier les tiens,
\nRiches, pauvres, tous chr\u00e9tiens.<\/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":[258],"poems-book":[257],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[240],"class_list":["post-2990","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-258","poems-book-liturgie-intimes","poete-paul-verlaine"],"yoast_head":"\n