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!

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