Then the Abbé de Sieyès raised his feet On the steps of the Louvre; like a voice of God following a storm, the Abbé followed The pale fires of Aumont into the chamber; as a father that bows to his son, Whose rich fields inheriting spread their old glory, so the voice of the people bowèd Before the ancient seat of the kingdom and mountains to be renewèd. 'Hear, O heavens of France!