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. 10. Bright Cap and Streamers
2. Chamber Music. 25. Lightly Come or Lightly Go
3. Chamber Music. 21. He Who Hath Glory Lost, Nor Hath
4. Chamber Music. 7. My Love Is in a Light Attire
5. Chamber Music. 22. Of That So Sweet Imprisonment

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