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!
Ecce Puer
James Joyce
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Poem topics: dark, father, grief, heart, joy, life, son, world, mercy, young, forgive, glass, child, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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