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To The Honble Commodore Hood on His Pardoning a Deserter

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

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Phillis Wheatley

Phillis Wheatley, also spelled Phyllis and Wheatly (c. 1753 – December 5, 1784) was the first African-American author of a published book of poe…

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