With the blest book he gave the Irish cot?
Will it grate harshly on her altered ear,
Of Taylor’s[9] golden eloquence to hear?
Will she no longer boast that God had given
“To Berkeley[10] all the virtues under heaven?”
Deems she what was, and is, should ne’er have been,
The Norman Conquest, and the British Queen?
Are these the thoughts that vex the Celtic heart?
Beneath such wrongs do Erin’s millions smart,
The signs and records of an alien band,