The Press, a Poem, in Two Parts, with Other Pieces. By John M‘Creery. 2nd ed. London: William Pickering, 1828.  134-35.

TO DR. DRENNAN,
WRITTEN ON THE BLANK LEAF OF A COPY OF THE FIRST PART OF "THE PRESS."

Accept, sweet Poet of the Emerald Isle,
This friendly tribute from a stranger hand;
From one who prays that Freedom yet may smile
On the green sward that clothes his native land.
Soon may the cheering beams of Reason shine
Through the thick gloom of Superstition’s night;
And Erin’s children feel the warmth divine
From Heaven’s empyreal source of life and light!

Liverpool,
1st August, 1804.

IN REPLY TO THE FOREGOING, DOCTOR DRENNAN PRESENTED ME WITH A COPY OF HIS BEAUTIFUL POEM OF "GLENDALLOCH," ON THE BLANK LEAF OF WHICH WERE WRITTEN THE FOLLOWING VERSES

TO MR. JOHN M‘CREERY.

Poet, whose work hath happily combined
The art mechanic with the art refined;
Where all the magic of the human Hand,
Conspires to perfect what the Head hath plann’d;
And the Muse sits, with rival honours graced,
By Genius crown’d, and Industry, and Taste;
Knowledge, with you, a tree of golden fruit;
Here, ’tis a grass, and withers at the root.
For your rich fruit, matured by sun and soil,
Take, on my part, a trodden-down Trefoil.
                                                        W. D.

Marlborough Street,
August 13th, 1804.