ECCE PUER [59]

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]!