Of the dark past
A child is born[60];
With joy and grief[61]
My heart is torn.
Calm in his cradle
The living lies[62].
May love and mercy
Unclose his eyes[63]!
Young life is breathed
On the glass[64];
The world that was not
Comes to pass[65].
A child is sleeping:
An old man gone.
O, father forsaken,
Forgive your son[66]!