The Adventures of Seumas Beg: The Rocky Road to Dublin

The sun climbed on the heights three hours ago, He laughed above the hills and they were glad; With bubbled pearl he made the rivers flow And laced their mists in silver, and he clad The meads in fragrant pomp of green and gold, And bade the world forget it had been sad. So lift yourself, good sir and you, sweet dame, Unlash your evening eyes of pious grey; Call on the children by each loved name, And set them on the grass and let them play; And play with them a while, and sing with them Beneath the cherry bush a roundelay.