Of the dark past <br />A child is born; <br />With joy and grief <br />My heart is torn. <br /> <br />Calm in his cradle <br />The living lies. <br />May love and mercy <br />Unclose his eyes! <br /> <br />Young life is breathed <br />On the glass; <br />The world that was not <br />Comes to pass. <br /> <br />A child is sleeping: <br />An old man gone. <br />O, father forsaken, <br />Forgive your son!<br /><br />James Joyce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ecce-puer/
