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John Donne : At the Round Earths Imagin'd Corners

At the round earth's imagin'd corners1, blow
Your trumpets, Angells, and arise, arise
From death, you numberlesse infinities
Of soules, and to your scattred2 bodies goe,
All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow,
All whom warre, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies,
Despaire, law, chance, hath slaine, and you whose
	eyes,
Shall behold God, and never tast deaths woe,
But let them sleepe, Lord, and mee mourne a space,
For, if above all these, my sinnes abound,
'Tis late to aske abundance of thy grace,
When wee are there; here on this lowly ground,
Teach mee how to repent; for that's as good
As if thou'hadst seal'd my pardon, with thy blood.

John Donne (1572-1631)	P. 1633

 
FOOTNOTES
1 the first line is a reference to the Book of Revelations - "...I saw four angels standing on the four corners of the earth..."; 2 scattered (referring to the day of the Last Judgement)
 

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