When Lo! a sudden Voice I heard,
And looking up, appear'd
A A heav'nly Form, all fair and bright,
Clad in empireal Light:
A Branch of Palm his Right-hand bore,
And on his Head a radiant Crown he wore.
'Tis done! 'tis done, cry'd he, Palæmon's come!
Rejoice on Earth with Us above,
And praise th' Almighty Love,
Rejoice! Rejoice! Palæmon's come!
A welcome Guest to his celestial Home.