Ecce puer lyrics
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!