To The Honble Commodore Hood on His Pardoning a Deserter

It was thy noble soul and high desert That caus'd these breathings of my grateful heart You sav'd a soul from Pluto's dreary shore You sav'd his body and he asks no more This generous act Immortal wreaths shall bring To thee for meritorious was the Spring From whence from whence, [sic] this candid ardor flow'd To grace thy name, and Glorify thy God The Eatherial spirits in the realms above Rejoice to see thee exercise thy Love Hail: Commodore may heaven delighted pour Its blessings plentious in a silent shower The voice of pardon did resound on high While heaven consented, and he must not die On thee, fair victor be the Blessing shed And rest for ever on thy matchless Head