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 Dé himself that was in it.
AODH. Maybe Cormacin is Aongus.
TEACHER. Are you Aongus Ceile Dé? 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 his knees_). O holy Aongus, forgive me; give
me your blessing. O holy man, give your blessing to these children.
(_The children fall on their knees round him._)
THE OLD MAN (_stretching out his hand_). The blessing of God on
you. The blessing of Christ and His Holy Mother on you. My own blessing
on you.