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Selected Poetry of Victor Hugo

The Feast of Freedom

from: Odes and Ballads

Translated by: "Father Prout" (FS Mahoney)

[There was in Rome one antique usage, as follows: On the eve of the execution-day, the sufferers were given a public banquet (at the prison gate), known as the "Free Festival."--Chateaubriand: Martyrs]

To Ye Kings.

When the Christians were doomed to the lions of old
By the priest and the praetor, combined to uphold
   An idolatrous cause,
Forth they came while the vast Colosseum throughout
Gathered thousands looked on, and they fell 'mid the shout
   Of "the people's" applause.

On the eve of that day of their evenings the last,
At the gates of their dungeon a gorgeous repast,
   Rich, unstinted, unpriced,
That the doomed might, forsooth, gather strength ere they bled,
With an ignorant pity the jailers would spread
   For the martyrs of Christ.

Oh, 't was strange for a pupil of Paul to recline
On voluptuous couch, while Falernian wine
   Fill'd his cup to the brim!
Dulcet music of Greece, Asiatic repose,
Spicy fragrance of Araby, Italian rose,
   All united for him!

Every luxury known through the earth's wide expanse,
In profusion procured was put forth to enhance
   The repast that they gave;
And no Sybarite, nursed in the lap of delight,
Such a banquet ere tasted as welcomed that night
   The elect of the grave.

And the lion, meantime, shook his ponderous chain;
Loud and fierce howled the tiger, impatient to stain
   The bloodthirsty arena;
Whilst the women of Rome, who applauded those deeds,
And who hailed the forthcoming enjoyment, must needs
   Shame the restless hyaena.

They who figured as guests on that ultimate eve,
In their turn on the morrow were destined to give
   To the lions their food;
For behold in the guise of a slave at that board,
Where his victims enjoyed all that life can afford,
   Death administering stood.

Such, O monarchs of earth! was your banquet of power,
But the tocsin has burst on your festival hour;
   'T is your knell that it rings!
To the popular tiger a prey is decreed,
And the maw of Republican hunger will feed
   On a banquet of kings!