Ecce Puer by James Joyce

Of the dark past a child is born.

With joy and grief my heart is torn.

Calm in his cradle the living lies.

May love and mercy unclose his eyes.

Young life is breathed on the glass.

The world that was not comes to pass.

A child is sleeping, an old man gone.

O father forsaken, forgive your son.

Of the dark past a child is born.

With joy and grief my heart is torn.

Calm in his cradle the living lies.

May love and mercy unclose his eyes.

Young life is breathed on the glass.

The world that was not comes to pass.

A child is sleeping, an old man gone.

O father forsaken, forgive your son.