Gloire \u00e0 Dieu seul ! son nom rayonne en ses ouvrages !
\nIl porte dans sa main l\u2019univers r\u00e9uni ;
\nIl mit l\u2019\u00e9ternit\u00e9 par de la tous les \u00e2ges,
\nPar de la tous les cieux il jeta l\u2019infini.<\/p>\n
Il a dit au chaos sa parole f\u00e9conde,
\nEt d\u2019un mot de sa voix laiss\u00e9 tomber le monde.
\nL\u2019archange aupr\u00e8s de lui compte les nations,
\nQuand, des jours et des lieux franchissant les espaces,
\n\ufeffIl dispense aux si\u00e8cles leurs races,
\nEt mesure leur temps aux g\u00e9n\u00e9rations.<\/p>\n
Rien n\u2019arr\u00eate en son cours sa puissance prudente ;
\nSoit que son souffle immense, aux ouragans pareil,
\nPousse de sph\u00e8re en sph\u00e8re une com\u00e8te ardente,
\nOu dans un coin du monde \u00e9teigne un vieux soleil ;<\/p>\n
Soit qu\u2019il s\u00e8me un volcan sous l\u2019oc\u00e9an qui gronde,
\nCourbe ainsi que des flots le front altier des monts,
\nOu de l\u2019enfer troubl\u00e9 touchant la vo\u00fbte immonde,
\nAu fond des mers de feu chasse les noirs d\u00e9mons.<\/p>\n
Oh ! la cr\u00e9ation se meut dans ta pens\u00e9e,
\nSeigneur ! tout suit la voie en tes desseins trac\u00e9e ;
\nTon bras jette un rayon au milieu des hivers,
\nD\u00e9fend la veuve en pleurs du publicain avide,
\nOu dans un ciel lointain, s\u00e9jour d\u00e9sert du vide,
\n\ufeffCr\u00e9e en passant un univers !<\/p>\n
L\u2019homme n\u2019est rien sans lui, l\u2019homme, d\u00e9bile proie,
\nQue le malheur dispute un moment au tr\u00e9pas.
\nDieu lui donne le deuil ou lui reprend la joie.
\nDu berceau vers la tombe il a compt\u00e9 ses pas.<\/p>\n
Son nom, que des \u00e9lus la harpe d\u2019or c\u00e9l\u00e8bre,
\nEst redit par les voix de l\u2019univers sauv\u00e9 ;
\nEt lorsqu\u2019il retentit dans son \u00e9cho fun\u00e8bre,
\nL\u2019enfer maudit son roi par les cieux r\u00e9prouv\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Oui, les anges, les saints, les sph\u00e8res \u00e9toil\u00e9es,
\nEt les \u00e2mes des morts devant toi rassembl\u00e9es,
\n\u00d4 Dieu ! font de ta gloire un concert solennel ;
\nEt tu veux bien que l\u2019homme, \u00eatre humble et p\u00e9rissable,
\n\ufeffMarchant dans la nuit sur le sable,
\nM\u00eale un chant \u00e9ph\u00e9m\u00e8re \u00e0 cet hymne \u00e9ternel !<\/p>\n
Gloire \u00e0 Dieu seul ! son nom rayonne en ses ouvrages,
\nIl porte dans sa main l\u2019univers r\u00e9uni ;
\nIl mit l\u2019\u00e9ternit\u00e9 par de la tous les \u00e2ges,
\nPar de la tous les cieux il jeta l\u2019infini !<\/p>\n
D\u00e9cembre 1822.<\/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":[310],"poems-book":[309],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-4286","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-310","poems-book-odes-et-ballades","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n