Treasure Island

François Maynard

(1582 - 1646 / Toulouse)

Mon Âme, Il Faut Partir


Mon âme, il faut partir.Ma vigueur est passée,
Mon dernier jour est dessus l'horizon.
Tu crains ta liberté.Quoi! n'es-tu pas lassée
D'avoir souffert soixante ans de prison?

Tes désordres sont grands; tes vertus sont petites;
Parmi tes maux on trouve peu de bien;
Mais si le bon Jésus te donne ses mérites,
Espère tout et n'appréhende rien.

Mon âme, repens-toi d'avoir aimé le monde,
Et de mes yeux fais la source d'une onde
Qui touche de pitié le monarque des rois.

Que tu serais courageuse et ravie
Si j'avais soupiré, durant toute ma vie,
Dans le désert, sous l'ombre de la Croix!

Submitted: Monday, December 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, December 24, 2013

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