Maintenant, que chacun sonde son propre ab\u00eeme.
\nVoyons, quiconque vit, faible, fort, grand, infime,
\nRiche, pauvre, l\u2019heureux, celui qui va pieds nus,
\nLes passants de la rue et les premiers venus,
\nCelui qui perd sa vie et celui qui la gagne,
\nNous tous, supposons-nous port\u00e9s sur la montagne,
\nSupposons-nous l\u2019enfant, l\u2019ignorant, l\u2019innocent,
\nAvec le genre humain sous nos regards gisant,
\nEt la terre \u00e0 nos pieds, vertigineuse et grande,
\nQu\u2019on nous donne ! \u2014 \u00c0 pr\u00e9sent, qu\u2019une voix nous demande
\n\u00c0 nous qui sommes l\u00e0, b\u00e9ants, sans point d\u2019appui :
\n\u2014 Est-il un seul de vous qui r\u00e9ponde de lui ?
\nEst-il un seul de vous qui dise : Je suis l\u2019\u00eatre
\nQue n\u2019\u00e9blouira point cette vaste fen\u00eatre
\nDu pouvoir radieux, gigantesque et charmant ;
\nL\u2019\u00e2me sup\u00e9rieure \u00e0 l\u2019empoisonnement ;
\nJe suis l\u2019enfant plus sage et plus fort que l\u2019ivresse,
\nEt je ne croirai point la voix qui me caresse ;
\nLa terre appara\u00eetra comme un banquet joyeux.
\nLe monde s\u2019offrira, je fermerai les yeux ;
\nOn me tendra l\u2019orgueil, la volupt\u00e9, la gloire,
\nEt je refuserai, moi l\u2019ignorant, d\u2019y boire !
\nMoi qui ne saurai rien, je devinerai tout !
\nEst-il un seul de vous qui verra tout \u00e0 coup,
\nGr\u00e2ce aux hommes de ruse et de sc\u00e9l\u00e9ratesse,
\nS\u2019ouvrir, sous sa faiblesse et sous sa petitesse,
\nCe gouffre de splendeur, sans en devenir fou ?
\nDevant le monde entier fl\u00e9chissant le genou
\nEt la toute-puissance \u00e9toil\u00e9e et terrible,
\nEst-il un seul de vous qui s\u2019affirme infaillible ? \u2014
\nQui donc, hors J\u00e9sus-Christ, osera dire : Moi !<\/p>\n
Reculez, reculez devant ce gouffre : roi !
\nDevant ce noir sommet des vertiges : le tr\u00f4ne !<\/p>\n
\u00d4 vivants, soyez bons, priez, faites l\u2019aum\u00f4ne.
\n\u00c0 qui l\u2019aum\u00f4ne ? \u00c0 tous. Souvenez-vous qu\u2019ici
\nLa compassion sainte est une aum\u00f4ne aussi,
\nEt que la charit\u00e9, qui nourrit et d\u00e9sarme,
\nTombe des mains obole et tombe du c\u0153ur larme !<\/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":[460],"poems-book":[449],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9768","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-460","poems-book-la-pitie-supreme","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n