the midges dance together, and the great bull bellows
across the river.  The crow says a word to his brethren,
and the wren snuggles her young in the hedge....
Come to us, ye lovers of life and happiness.  Hold out
thy hand--a brother shall seize it from afar.  Leave the
plough and the cart for a little time: put aside the needle
and the awl--Is leather thy brother, O man? .  .  .  Come
away! come away! from the loom and the desk, from
the shop where the carcasses are hung, from the place
where raiment is sold and the place where it is sewn in
darkness: O bad treachery! Is it for joy you sit in the
broker's den, thou pale man? Has the attorney en-
chanted thee? .  .  .  Come away! for the dance has be-
gun lightly, the wind is sounding over the hill, the sun
laughs down into the valley, and the sea leaps upon the
shingle, panting for joy, dancing, dancing, dancing for
joy.  .  .  ." 

They swept through the goat tracks and the little
boreens and the curving roads.  Down to the city they