Let Ireland tell, how Wit upheld her cause, Her Trade supported, and supply'd her Laws; And leave on Swift this grateful verse ingrav'd, "The Rights a Court attack'd, a Poet sav'd." Behold the hand that wrought a Nation's cure, Stretch'd to relieve the Idiot and the Poor, Proud Vice to brand, or injur'd Worth adorn, And stretch the Ray to Ages yet unborn.
