Prince, vous avez fait une sainte action.
\nLoin de la haute sph\u00e8re o\u00f9 rit l\u2019ambition,
\nUn p\u00e8re et ses enfants, cheveux blancs, t\u00eates blondes,
\nMarchaient envelopp\u00e9s de t\u00e9n\u00e8bres profondes,
\nPr\u00eats \u00e0 se perdre au fond d\u2019un gouffre de douleurs,
\nLe p\u00e8re dans le crime et les filles ailleurs.
\nComme des voyageurs, lorsque la nuit les gagne,
\nVont s\u2019appelant l\u2019un l\u2019autre aux flancs de la montagne,
\nAu penchant de l\u2019ab\u00eeme et rampant \u00e0 genoux,
\nIls ont cri\u00e9 vers moi ; moi, j\u2019ai cri\u00e9 vers vous.
\nJe vous ai dit : \u2014 Voici, tout pr\u00e8s du pr\u00e9cipice,
\nDes malheureux perdus dont le pied tremble et glisse !
\nOh ! venez \u00e0 leur aide et tendez-leur la main ! \u2014
\nVous vous \u00eates pench\u00e9 sur le bord du chemin,
\nSans demander leurs noms vos mains se sont tendues,
\nEt vous avez sauv\u00e9 ces \u00e2mes \u00e9perdues.
\nPuis \u00e0 moi, qui, de joie et de piti\u00e9 saisi,
\nVous contemplais r\u00eaveur, vous avez dit : Merci !<\/p>\n
C\u2019est bien. C\u2019est noble et grand. \u2014 Sous la tente empress\u00e9e
\nQue vos mains sur leurs fronts \u00e0 la h\u00e2te ont dress\u00e9e,
\nIls sont l\u00e0 maintenant, recueillant leur espoir,
\nLeur force et leur courage, et tachant d\u2019entrevoir,
\nGr\u00e2ce \u00e0 votre rayon qui perce leur nuage,
\nQuelque horizon moins sombre \u00e0 leur triste voyage,
\nGroupe encor frissonnant \u00e0 sa perte \u00e9chapp\u00e9 !
\nPareil au pauvre oiseau, par l\u2019orage tremp\u00e9,
\nQui, s\u2019abritant d\u2019un ch\u00eane aux branches \u00e9ternelles,
\nAttend pour repartir qu\u2019il ait s\u00e9ch\u00e9 ses ailes !<\/p>\n
Jeune homme au c\u0153ur royal, soyez toujours ainsi.<\/p>\n
La porte qui fait dire au pauvre : C\u2019est ici !
\nLa main toujours tendue au bord de cet ab\u00eeme
\nO\u00f9 tombe le malheur, d\u2019o\u00f9 remonte le crime !
\nLa clef sainte, qu\u2019on trouve au besoin sans flambeau,
\nQui rouvre l\u2019esp\u00e9rance et ferme le tombeau !<\/p>\n
Soyez l\u2019abri, le toit, le port, l\u2019appui, l\u2019asile !
\nFaites au prisonnier qu\u2019on frappe et qu\u2019on exile,
\nA cette jeune fille, h\u00e9las, vaincue enfin,
\nQue marchandent dans l\u2019ombre et le froid et la faim,
\nAu vieillard qui des jours vide la lie am\u00e8re,
\nAux enfants grelottants qui n\u2019ont ni pain ni m\u00e8re,
\nFaites aux malheureux, sans cesse, nuit et jour,
\nVerser sur vos deux mains bien des larmes d\u2019amour !
\nCar Dieu fait quelquefois sous ces saintes ros\u00e9es
\nRegermer des fleurons aux couronnes ras\u00e9es.<\/p>\n
Comme la nue alti\u00e8re, en son sublime essor,
\nSe laisse d\u00e9rober son fluide tr\u00e9sor
\nPar ces fl\u00e8ches de fer au ciel toujours dress\u00e9es,
\nHeureux le prince, empli de pieuses pens\u00e9es,
\nQui sent, du haut des cieux sombres et flamboyants,
\nTout son or s\u2019en aller aux mains des suppliants !<\/p>\n
D\u00e9cembre 1834.<\/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":[316],"poems-book":[315],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-4420","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-316","poems-book-les-chants-du-crepuscule","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n