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# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Silhouette

SILHOUETTE
Ladies and gallants, well a day! If ride ye must, and will not stay, Ah, do not ride in midmost May!
Lassie! be sure to take your brother; Laddie! go not without grandmother; Lassie and laddie, take no other!
For I have been the dupe of blisses— My malison on blonden Misses, With cherry months lip-full with kisses;
And jaunty hats with ribboned bows, And beaded basques and—heaven knows What gilded pitfalls full of woes!
Dear little bread and butter chit, You jilted me I must admit— And split my heart—the deuce a bit!
I swore the jewel of Glamschid Than you less excellency hid; You thought so too—you know you did.
And yet you made a famous fool Of one a lastrum since from school; I’m on the penitential stool.
With groan and grimace acrimonious, I vote all flirting most erroneous, And bivouac with Saint Antonius,
Old Nick shall thump me black and blue, And with his horned head punch me through, Ere I succumb to jays like you.
I’ll make the calaboose my bunk, I’ll delve in some monastic trunk; ’Twere highly proper to get drunk!
I’ll sing Am Rhein in the Casino— Become obstreperous with Blineau; In divers ways I’ll breeze my spleen, oh!
Lycanthropy to me is placid; I’ll out-strut e’en Haroun Alraschid— Read Werter, too, for prussic acid.
I’ll button-hole old Villabobia, Prating of bonnets and Zenobia— Bombastes B and hydrophobia.
Of Fremont—Brutus (Junius Lucius)— Seward—Scæzola (baptized Mutius)— Of Mother Goose and Kean Confucius.
All womankind shall learn to rue it; I’ll drench my locks with mutton suet, And guard the corners—young men do it!
Upon reflection, I will not Become an interesting sot, And sprout a nasal apricot!
Philosophy shall be obeyed; I’ll puff my meerschaum in the shade, And live to see you an old maid!
A starch old maid with snuff and chat, With crippled curls and—think of that— A fusty parrot and—a cat!
Alack! and what shall I be then? Perchance a Bedouin with men— Perchance a starved wolf in my den.
No—no! I can not hate you yet, While many a treasured amulet Of lang syne dares me to forgot!
I have your tiny gloves hard by; You gave them to me with a sigh— They’re torn and faded—so am I.
I banquet on them with my looks, I haunt the meadow—tangled brooks, And sift dried jasmins from my books.
And brooding o’er them wrath is felled; I only see the hands they held, Becking me ever back to Eld!
Yes—yes! I do forgive the Past; And though your stars be overcast, I’ll deem you loveliest to the last.
But I shall ride no more away, In kingly cavalier array, In midmost love—in midmost May!
# Maryland, my Maryland, and other poems/Silver Spring

SILVER SPRING
When the Lord of Light revealed The flashing radiance of His shield, Glorifying wave and field; When he felt he must expire, Then His orbs with blazing ire Shot their dying shafts of fire; When the palpitating breeze Smote the gitterns of the trees, Like the shout of distant seas; When the jeweled birds that sing Moved on rainbow-tinted wing, I beheld thy face of splendor blushing with the wild and tender, Silver Spring!
Virgin! when the shadows roll To the ice-embattled pole, From thy sweet, pellucid soul— Each angelic host on high Sees in that cerulian eye Blossom-beauties of the sky. Blessed spirits! ye who dwell Far beyond the ether swell, How ye anthem, “It is well!” On thy bosom let me seem Kerneled in a Bagdad dream, Rocked to slumber by a Seraph over thy celestial stream!
On a fairy, pensive pinion Gloat I o’er thy deep dominion, Shaming e’en the Augustinian; Wonders rushing thicker—faster! Here a porphyry pilaster, Here a temple alabaster; And the sunshine as it falls Splinters on quintillion halls, And a miracle of walls! Now thy bannerets are beaming— Now with mystic music gleaming O’er a city—gem-girt city—in a gush of dervish dreaming!
Here, ah here, the Indian maiden, When with love and languor laden, Sought thee, as the cells of Adenn; With a world of gentle guesses, In thy flood her floating tresses Poured their cascade of caresses! Here her hero from the rattle Of the crimson blows of battle, Slept beneath her soothing prattle— Slept—but, ere the sun’s decline, Like the lightning-riven pine, And his heart’s blood, Silver Billow, swept its throbbings into thine.
When the sad and solemn moon Muses o’er the lone lagoon, And laughs the melancholy loon, When the crooning winter breeze, Hapless from the Hebrides, Chafes the dead cathedral trees; ’Mid the vultures muffled wails, Stifled by the panther hails Shuddering up palmetto trails; When the globe is wrought in sleep, When the gnomes their vigils keep By the mountain and the deep— I can fancy phantom things, On their thunder-tarnished wings, Soaring with a fallen grandeur over the enchanted springs!
Dusky plume and siroc frown, Lo the night comes trampling down O’er thy palaces and town! Lo! a legion like the stars, Speeding from their crystal cars, Leap beyond the sable bars; How they glittered as they roll’d! How thy streets are stormed with gold! Undine! Undine! thou art princess of the parables of old!
# Lyra Davidica/A breathing after the Sabbath of Rest

A breathing after the Sabbath of Rest.
In this World's Inn Who lodge therein can find no rest nor chearing; Man's Glories fall his Actings all
will soon be disappearing. But he that will in quiet still in God's pure Love Solace him shall surely find him always kind and evermore embrace him.
2.
EAch Day on Wings Vexation brings, And certain Cares abounding; Yet shall not this disturb our Bliss, With restless Thoughts confounding. God's Promise true is ever new To Hearts in him Confiding; His Heav'nly Grace, in ev'ry Case, Advice and Aid providing.
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Contentedness with Godliness Is Gain that best may please Us, The rest shall be all added free, If we Possess but Jesus. Then rich we are; like Angels fair;= And tho' we here are Dying, Yet God in all, and after shall With Comforts be supplying
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Ah! God let me burn ardently In thy sweet Love for ever. And Succour send when th' Evil Fiend Me from my Rest would sever. I'd own thy Truth with Heart and Mouth, Before thy Scepter falling: Thy Spirit in me, of Liberty, Thee Abba Father calling.
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O fix thou me from self set free, In thee my Habitation. With Christ thy Son my Head made one, In blest Incorporation. VVhen shall I Rest from Acts unblest, And only work thy Pleasure; VVhere all is done by thee alone In Number, VVeight and Measure?
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VVe wait the dear Sabbatick Year Of Grace and Judgment Greeting: All Enemies made now thy Prize, And at thy Feet submitting. VVhen ev'ry King shall Tribute bring, Their Rights to Thee Revolving; And ev'ry Crown be Molten down, In thy pure Love dissolving.
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O Sions Rock, save thy poor Flock; Thy faithful Word remember, Confirm the Hands, and break the Bands Of each distressed Member. Thy Will be known, thy Horn be blown For Joy and Jubilating: All Nations round in Peace be found, Thy Sabbath Celebrating.
# Lyra Davidica/Hue and Cry after Peace

Hue and Cry after Peace.
To the Tune of, Awake my Soul.
1.
O Sacred Peace where art thou fled? What Region hides thy drooping Head? Fled from the Church, fled from the State, Fled from the Poor, and from the Great.
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An Exile now from every Land, Ev'n where thy Sovereign's Altars stand. Fled from our Pastimes and Delights: Ev'n these but Pall our Appeites.
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Peace for the Wicked nere was known: But ah! She's now from Sion flown. Into the Deserts driv'n, and Woods; And there pursu'd by Dragon-Floods.
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O Prince of Peace, how canst thou see Thy Subjects Wreck and Misery! Ah! they're Rebellious grown, thou saist; Have Open-War with Me Profest.
5.
By joint Consent rejecting Peace, They've sent home my Ambassadress. Love cannot dwell with Wrath, or Spite: No Peace with God where Brethren Fight.
6.
Yet Courage thou, my Sion dear; And bear of Present Ills thy Share. Ev'n at the Worft difmifs thy Fears, For at the Worft thy God appears.
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Thy suffering Lord obtain'd his Birth, In Peace Proclaim'd throughout the Earth. But th' Manchild of Triumphant Power Shoots forth ev'n in the Darkness Hour:
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He breaks the Clouds, and thunders thro' The Storm, with Gales that stronger blow. Soon Awes the Tempests with his Nod: And quells his Foes with Iron-Rod.
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Then shall the Virgin Peace Return; And Love in Flames Seraphick burn. And jointly in All Hearts shall Reign; As ev'ry where they now are Slain.
# Lyra Davidica/A Pentecostal Hymn

A Pentecostal Hymn. Kom Heiliger Geist Herre Gott.
Come holy holy Ghost Lord our God & wth thy gifts of Pentecost the faithfull hearts of Sions Waiters fill thy burning love in them instill thou hast by thy love lightning glance the Nations calld in Faiths Accord
all Tribes to thine Inheritance for this praise We Sing to our great King halleluiah halleluiah.
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HAil Holy, Holy Light! Diamond Rock, Of sparkling Truths, shine on thy Flock. Thou, God in Love to know the Grace imparts: To call Him Abba in our Hearts. From Dotrines Strange, O keep us clear: Let us our own true Master hear: Ev'n Jesus Christ with Faith sincere. Ever Confiding, in Him our King Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
3.
Come Holy Flame of Love, our Dove-Mate, Let us, with Joy and Courage great, Constant for thee in Holy Warfare stand; Let no Temptation Countermand; And still with Power inspir'd from Thee, Like Champions Fight for Liberty, Till Sabbatizing with Christ our King, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
# Lyra Davidica/An Evening Hymn

An Evening HYMN. To the same Tune
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ALL Praise to thee (my God) this Night, For all the Blessings of the Light. Keep me, Oh keep me, King of Kings, Under thine own Almighty Wings.
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Forgive me Lord for thy dear Son, The Ill that I this day have done, That with the World, my self, and thee I e're I Sleep at Peace may be.
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Teach me to Live, that I may dread, The Grave as little as my Bed. Teach me to Die, that so I may, Triumphing Rise at the last Day.
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Oh let my Soul in thee repose, And with sweet Sleep mine Eye-Lids člofe Such Sleep as may more Vigorous make, To Praise my God when I awake.<
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When on my Bed I Senseless lie, My Soul with Heavenly thoughts supply. Let no Ill Dreams disturb my Rest; No Powers of Darkness me molest.
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Dull Sleep does me of Life deprive; I am but half my days alive. Oh my dear Lord, how am I griev'd, To lie so long of thee bereav'd
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But though Sleep, o'er my Frailty Reigns, Let it not hold me long in Chains; But now and then let loose my Heart, Till it an Hallelujah Dart.
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The faster Sleep the Sence does bind, The more unfetter'd is the Mind: Oh! May my Soul from matter free, Thy unvail'd Goodness Waking see.
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O when shall I in Endless Day, For ever chase dark Sleep away? ​And endless Praise, with Heavenly Choir, Incessant Sing and never tire.
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Oh! May my Guardian whilst I sleep, Close by my Bed his Vigils keep; And in my stead all the Night long, Pay to my God a grateful Song.
# Lyra Davidica/Gloria Patri

Gloria Patri.
Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to ye Holy Ghost As it was in ye beginning is Now and ever Shall be World without End
Gloria Patri et Filio et Spiritui Sancto Sicut erat in principio est nunc et Semper erit in sæcula Sæculorum
Amen.
# Lyra Davidica/A Morning Hymn

A morning Hymn.
Awake my Soul and with the Sun Thy daily Stage of Duty run: Shake off dull flesh and joyfull rise To pay thy morning Sacrifice.
Francis Hoffman sculpsit.
A MORNING HYMN.
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A Wake my Soul, live this day o're, As if thou vert to live no more. Lord, I my Vowes to thee renew; Dispel my Sins as Morning Dew
3.
Awake my Soul, on God reflect, Whose Eyes all day thy ways inspect. Lord, Guard me least I should Transgress, Lord, all my motions Guide and Bless.
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Awake my Soul as Noon-tide Clear, Let thy Integrity appear. Return all Heavens benignest rays, In ardent Love, and Sprightly Praise.
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Awake my Strings, Tune to my Heart, And with the Angels bear your part; Who all Night long Unwearied Sing, All Glory to th' Eternal King
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I Wake, I Wake, ye Heavehly Quire, May your Devotion me Inspire: That I like you my Age may spend; Like you may on my God attend.
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May I like you in God delight; And always have my God in sight; Perform (like you) my Makers will; And never never more do ill.
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Had I your Wings to Heaven I'd flie, But Love shall that defect supply; And my Soul Wing'd with warm desire, Shall all day long to Heav'n aspire.
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Glory to thee who safe hast kept, And hast refresht me whilst I'slept. Grant Lord, when I from Death awake, I may of Endless Life partake.
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I would not wake, nor rise again; Ev'n Heaven it self I would disdain; Wert thou not there to be Enjoy'd, And I in Hymns to be Imploy'd.
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Heav'n is, dear Lord, where e're thou art, Oh! never then from me depart, For to my Soul 'tis Hell to be, But one sad moment without Thee.
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Glory to Thee; be thou this Day, In all I think, or do, or say. That all my Powers their force may raise, And all Day long recite thy Praise.
# Lyra Davidica/A hymn to Jesus

A hymn to Jesus. Salve Cordis gaudium.
Hail my soul's true Comforter hail my Iesu hail my heart's Inflamer dear hail my Iesu still my life's defender near hail my Iesu hail my sweetest Iesu.
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A Thousand times I think on thee. Come sweet Spouse to me. A Thousand times I wish for thee: Come sweet Spouse to me. A Thousand times I cry to thee; Come sweet Spouse to me. Come my sweetest Spouse to me.
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Heavenly Pastures me afford; I new Life shall gain: Drop the Milk of thy puré Word, My Lips shall then be fain. Immerse me in thy Bowels Lord, Hope shall spring again: Life of Love shall bloom amain.
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No sweet Taste can Vie with thee, Sweet delicious Love. No sweet Smell comes near to thee, Sweet Perfume of Love. None for Mildness like to thee Lov's sweet Lamb and Dove. Jesu sweetest, sweet of Love.
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I am Cold, Inflame thou me Heavenly Lover. I am Sick, oh! Comfort me My Creator. Ah! I Die, give Life to me, O my Saviour, Jesu, O my Saviour.
# Lyra Davidica/Commemoration of Christ's Death

Commemoration of Christ's Death,
A Sacramental Hymn.
To the Tune of, Sweet Jesu, who my Wish Fulfils.
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HOW sweet the Angel-Trumpets sound, With Heaven's kind Invitation, That call the Altar to surround In Paschal Celebration: ​Our Father has us Wellcome bid, Upon the Holy Lamb to feed, With blest Solemnization.
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O Sacred Viands here prepar'd For our Divine repasting! O Sacred Gate, for us unbarr'd To Pleasures Everlasting! Jesus is Manna, Bread Divine Jesus is Oyl, is Milk and Wine, And Honey to our Tasting.
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Who would not, Lord, Remember Thee, On all such Blest Occasions? O can thy Cross e'er burięd be In Worldly Occupations? O Tree so dry, such Fruit to bring As ne'er in Paradise did spring, For Healing of the Nations.
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O Love, that makes such Joys to spring In such deep Scenes of Mourning! The Cross, the Spear, the Deadly Sting To Healthful Uses turning. Death's Servant made, to break the Bread; And Pierce the Font of Wine so Red, With Flames Celestial burning.
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Into what Mysteries must we dive, In this Divine Refection? We Live to Die, we Die to Live, In Blissful Resurrection. Dear Lord, who would not Die with thee, In Death the New-Births Gate to see; And Inlet to Perfection.
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O Lord extend thy Charity To thy poor Flock disjoynted; Restore thy Churches Unity, As when 'twas first Appointed. O let us Live in Love with Thee, And in Fraternal Amity, With Oyl of Grace Anointed.
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To God the Father, Fund of Grace, His Express Image sending; The Son, the Brightness of his Face, The Veil of Darkness rending; And to the Spirit be Glory, Pow'r, And Kingdom; now, as was before, And shall be never Ending.
# Lyra Davidica/A Resurrection Dialogue

A Resurrection Dialogue.
Erstanden ist der Heilige Christ.
To the same Tune.
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CHrist our Lord is Risen to Day; Hall. &c. Christ our Life, our Light, our Way, Hall. Th'Object of our Love and Faith; Hall. Who but dy'd to Conquer Death. Hall.
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Th' Holy Matrons early come, Hall. To Bedew the Savior's Tomb; Hall. Jesus seek among the Dead, Hall. Far from those Dark Regions fled. Hall.
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Two bright Angels, that appear, Hall. Thus Salute 'em; He's not here. Hall. Banish Sorrow, Shout and Sing, Hall. Wellcome to your Risen King. Hall.
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Mary. Beauteous Angels, say what place, Hall. Does his charming Presence Grace? Hall. Bless my Eyes; then bid Rejoyce: Hall. Then to Praise I'll tune my Voice. Hall.
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Angel. First the Sacred Place behold, Hall. Did your Breathless Lord infold. Hall. See the Cloath which bound his Head, Hall. Proves he's Risen from the Dead. Hall.
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Mary. True 'tis so: The empty Urn, Hall. Shall my Grief to Transports turn. Hall. He's not here: O tell me where; Hall. His blest Residence declare. Hall.
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Angel. Hast in Faith prepare to see, Hall. Your lov'd Lord in Galile, Hall. Blest let his Disciples be, Hall. With your Sacred Embassy. Hall.
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Mary. Heralds of our Joy, to you Hall. Grateful Thanks and Love is due. Hall. While our God in Praises high. Hall. We together Magnify. Hall.
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Chorus. The Cross is past, the Crown is won; Hall. Th' Ransom paid, and Death's Sting gone. Hall. Let us Feast, and Sing, and Say, Hall. Christ and We have Life to Day. Hall.
# Lyra Davidica/A Song of praise for divine Goodness

A metrical paraphrase of Psalm 103, from Sandys' A Paraphrase upon the Psalms (1636)
A Song of praise for divine Goodness
My Soul and all my Faculties Jehovah's praise Sing till the Skies re-eccho his ascending Fame, My Soul O Celebrate his Name Nor ever let ye Memory
of his Surpassing Favours die.
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HE gently Pardons our Mis-deeds, And Cures the Wound which inward bleeds. Has from the Chains of Death unbound; With Clemency and Mercy crown'd. With Food our Hunger he subdues, And Eagle-like our Youth renews.
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From him the Springs of Mercy flow; Swift to Forgive, to Anger flow. For he will not for ever chide, Nor constant to his Wrath abide: But mildly from it will relent, And shorten our due Punishment.
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His Justice he Extends to all: Oppressors by his Vengeance fall, But as the Heav'ns in amplitude Exceed the Centre they include: So ample is his Clemency To all who on his Grace rely.
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As far as the bright Orient Is distant from the Sun's Descent; So far he sets from his Aspect Their Guilt, who His just Laws affect. Ev'n as a Father to his Child, So soft, so quickly reconcil'd.
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For his sure Mercy shall Embrace His Saints for ever, and their Race His Righteousness their Souls Up-rear, Who Faithful in his Covenant are: Who fear his Threats, who wait his Will, And his Commands with Joy fulfill.
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In Heaven the Great JEHOVAH Reigns, And Governs all that Earth contains You Angels who in Strength exceed, Who him obey with winged speed; You Order'd Hosts of Radiant Stars; And you his flaming Ministers;
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All, whom his Wisdom did Create, Thro' his large Empire, Celebrate His Glorious Name with sweet accord: With me extoll and praise the Lord. Daily recount his Deeds of Fame; And Omy Soul do thou the same.
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Let Praise ascend to God above; To the Almighty Father's Throne; To our Redeemer God the Son, And God the Holy Spirit of Love. As was when Times first Hours wheel'd on, And shall be when their Circle's done.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Cheevers-McDonnell, Christopher

​Cheevers-McDonnell, Christopher B.A., Trin. Coll., Dublin, 1853, a member of the South-eastern circuit, assumed the additional surname of McDonnell, a student of Lincoln's Inn 4 May, 1852 (then aged 23), called to the bar 30 April, 1856 (2nd son of John Cheevers, Esq., of Killian Ahascragh, co. Galway); born , 1829.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Cherry, Arthur Charles

​Cherry, Arthur Charles, B.A. Christ Coll., Camb., a banker at Worcester, a student of the Inner Temple 23 Nov., 1871 (then aged 22), called to the bar 7 June, 1875 (3rd son of late Benjamin Cherry, Esq., of Brickendon Grange, Herts); born , 1849.
    Henwick Hall, Worcester; Oxford and Cambridge Club.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Cherry, James

​Cherry, James, clerk of the peace for Suffolk, a student of the Middle Temple 26 Jan., 1853, called to the bar 17 Nov., 1855 (son of Edward Cherry, Esq., of Kingston-upon-Hull, Yorkshire, dec.); born , 1817.
    Westerfield House, Ipswich; Union Club, S.W.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Chester, John

​Chester, John, equity draftsman and conveyancer, a student of the Middle Temple 7 Nov., 1861, certificate of honour 1st class May, 1864, called to the bar 6 June, 1864 (only son of John Chester, Esq., of Penzance, Cornwall); born , ; married 1st, 25 Aug., 1870, Lily Lawrence, eldest dau. of late William Sanger, Esq., of the Inner Temple; he married 2ndly, 10 Jan., 1881, Florence, only dau. of Hyde Ros Hyde, Esq.
    11, Old Square, Lincoln's Inn, W.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Cheeke, Alfred

​Cheeke, Alfred, late puisne judge New South Wales, a student of Lincoln's Inn 9 Nov., 1831 (then aged 21), went to the Middle Temple 11 and called to the bar there 29 Jan., 1836 (3rd son of John Mcsley Gilbert Cheek, Esq., of Evesham, co. Worc.); born , 1810.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Chella Vencatanarasiah

​Chella Vencatanarasiah, a student of the Inner Temple 4 Nov., 1880 (then aged 18), called to the bar 26 Jan., 1884 (eldest son of late Chella Balakristniah, assistant commissioner Madras); born , 1862.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Cherry, George Charles

​Cherry, George Charles, B.A., Christ Church, Oxon, 1844, from Harrow, chairman Berkshire quarter sessions, J.P., high sheriff 1871, a student of the Inner Temple 21 Jan., 1843 (then aged 20), called to the bar 5 May, 1848 (eldest son of late George Henry Cherry, Esq., of Denford, Berks); born 1822.
    Denford, Hungerford, Berks.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Chesment-Severn, John Percy

​Chesment-Severn, John Percy, M.A., Christ Church, Oxon, 1840, an Etonian, went the South Wales circuit, J.P., D.L. co. Radnor, high sheriff 1873, a student of Lincoln's Inn 7 Nov., 1832 (then aged 18), called to the bar 7 June, 1839 (only son of John C. Severn, Esq., M.P., of Penybont Hall, co. Radnor); born , 1814.
    The Hall, Penybont, co. Radnor; Oxford & Cambridge and Carlton Clubs.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Chester, Henry Morris

​Chester, Henry Morris, M.A., LL.D. Jesus Coll., Camb., formerly a solicitor, a student of Lincoln's Inn 10 Jan., 1882 (then aged 29), called to the bar 17 Nov., 1884 (only surviving son of Frederick James Chester, Esq., of Poyle Park, Surrey, dec.); born 13 Feb., 1852.
    St. Stephen's Chambers, Westminster, S.W.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Chester, Thomas Morris

​Chester, Thomas Morris, a student of the Middle Temple 8 June, 1867, called to the bar 30 April, 1870 (3rd son of George Chester, of Harrisburg Co., Dauphin, Pennsylvania, U.S.A.); born , .
# Men-at-the-Bar/Brook-Smith, Eldred John

​Brook-Smith, Eldred John, LL.M., St. John's Coll., Camb., 1882, B.A. (scholar) 1879, Macmahon law student 1880, matric. London Univ. 1873, a student of the Inner Temple 10 Jan., 1877 (then aged 20), called to the bar 17 Nov., 1879 (eldest son of John Brook-Smith, of Boyne House, Cheltenham, bar.-at-law); born 3 March, 1856.
    Boyne House, Cheltenham; 3, New Square, Lincoln's Inn, W.C.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Brooke, George

​Brooke, George, of the inland revenue office, Somerset House, matric. London Univ. 1868, a student of the Middle Temple 28 Oct., 1869, called to the bar 7 June, 1873 (2nd son of Zachary Brooke, solicitor, of 5, Lincoln's Inn Fields); born , ; married 17 July, 1879, Alice Elizabeth, eldest surviving dau. of Rev. George Tresillian George Nicholas, M.A., vicar of West Molesey, and has issue.
    Forncett, Sutton, Surrey; 2, Pump Court, Temple, E.C.; Junior Conservative Club.
# Men-at-the-Bar/Brooke, John Kendall

​Brooke, John Kendall, B.A. Brasenose Coll., Oxon, a student of the Inner Temple 22 Nov., 1877 (then aged 22), called to the bar 9 June, 1880 (eldest son of John William Brooke, Esq., of Sibton Park, Suffolk); born 31 March, 1856; married 18 April, 1882, Helen Beatrice, only child of Capt. Acton, of Gatacre Park, Salop, and has issue.
    Sibton Park, Yoxford, Suffolk.