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