Poem by James Joyce

Ecce Puer

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!

1. Chamber Music. 20. In the Dark Pine-Wood
2. Chamber Music. 11. Bid Adieu, Adieu, Adieu
3. Satire on the Brothers Fay
4. Chamber Music. 14. My Dove, My Beautiful One
5. Chamber Music. 31. O, It Was Out by Donnycarney

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