cherub

Mis à jour: 23 juillet 2026

Methinks a cherub bending from the skies Observes the question and serene replies, «In heav'n's high palaces your babe appears: Prepare to meet him, and dismiss your tears». Shall not th' intelligence your grief restrain, And turn the mournful to the chearful strain? Cease your complaints, suspend each rising sigh, Cease to accuse the Ruler of the sky.

Henri Grégoire - De la littérature des nègres, ou Recherches sur leurs facultés intellectuelles, leurs qualités morales et leur littérature