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