At the round earth's imagin'd corners

  • song for high voice (soprano or tenor) and piano

  • Duration 3' 10"

Words

by John Donne

published by Kallisti Music Press in "Eight Songs"

Text

John Donne
Holy Sonnet VII:

At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scatter'd bodies go;
All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow,
All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies,
Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you whose eyes
Shall behold God and never taste death's woe.
But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space,
For if above all these my sins abound,
'Tis late to ask abundance of thy grace
When we are there; here on this lowly ground
Teach me how to repent; for that's as good
As if thou hadst seal'd my pardon with thy blood.

Categories

vocal - solo voice with piano.