it. I praise you greatly for it, but that child is half-witted. I prayed
to God myself once or twice on his account, but there was no good in it.

THE OLD MAN. Perhaps God heard me. God is for the most part
ready to hear. The time we ourselves are empty without anything, God
listens to us; and He does not think on the thing we are without, but
gives us our fill.

TEACHER. It is the truth you are speaking; but there is no good
in praying this time. This boy is very ignorant. (_He and the old man go
over to the child, who is still asleep, and signs of tears on his
cheeks._) He must work hard, and very hard; and maybe with the dint of
work, he will get a little learning some time. (_He puts his hand on the
cheek of the little boy, and he starts up, and wonder on him when he
sees them all about him._)

THE OLD MAN. Ask it to him now.

TEACHER. DO you remember the poem now, Conall?

CONALL.

Up in the heaven of God, there are
Archangels for every day.

And it is they certainly
That steer the entire week.

The first day is holy;
Sunday belongs to God.

Gabriel watches constantly
Every week over Monday.

It is true that Tuesday is kept
By Michael in his full strength.

Rafael, honest and kind and gentle,
It is to him Wednesday belongs.

To Sachiel, that is without crookedness,
Thursday belongs every week.

Haniel, the Archangel of God,
It is he has Friday.

Bright Cassiel, of the blue eyes,
It is he directs Saturday.

TEACHER. That is a great wonder, not a word failed on him. But
tell me, Conall astore, how did you learn that poem since?

CONALL. When I was sleeping, just now, there came an old man to
me, and I thought there was every colour that is in the rainbow upon
him. And he took hold of my shirt, and he tore it; and then he opened
my breast, and he put the poem within in my heart.

OLD MAN. It is God that sent that dream to you. I have no doubt
you will not be hard to teach from this out.

CONALL. And the man that came to me, I thought it was old
Cormacin that was in it.

FEARALL. Maybe it was Aongus Ceile De himself that was in it.

AODH. Maybe Cormacin is Aongus.

TEACHER. Are you Aongus Ceile De? I desire you in the name of
God to tell me.

THE OLD MAN (_bowing his head_). Oh, you have found it out now!
Oh, I thought no one at all would ever know me. My grief that you have
found me out!

TEACHER (_going on hi