On
sending
my
Son
,
as
a
Present
,
to
Dr.
Swift
,
Dean
of
St.
Patrick's
,
on
his
Birth-Day
.
A
Curious
Statue
,
we
are
told
,
Is
priz'd
above
its
Weight
in
Gold
;
If
the
fair
Form
the
Hand
confess
Of
Two
famous
Statuaries
.
Phidias
,
or
Praxiteles
:
But
if
the
Artist
could
inspire
The
smallest
Spark
of
heav'nly
Fire
,
Tho'
but
enough
to
make
it
walk
,
Salute
the
Company
,
or
talk
;
This
would
advance
the
Price
so
high
,
What
Prince
were
rich
enough
to
buy
?
Such
if
Hibernia
could
obtain
,
She
sure
would
give
it
to
the
Dean
:
So
to
her
Patriot
should
she
pay
Her
Thanks
upon
his
natal
Day
.
A
richer
Present
I
design
,
A
finish'd
Form
,
of
Work
divine
,
Surpassing
all
the
Power
of
Art
,
A
thinking
Head
,
and
grateful
Heart
,
An
Heart
,
that
hopes
,
one
Day
,
to
show
How
much
we
to
the
Drapier
owe
.
Kings
could
not
send
a
nobler
Gift
;
A
meaner
were
unworthy
Swift
.
Dublin
,
Nov.
30
,
1726.