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First Line: At the round earth's imagined corners, blow
Last Line: As if thou hadst sealed my pardon, with thy blood.
Variant Title(s): "blow Your Trumpets, Angels;'teach Me How To Repent';holy Sonnet: 165;holy Sonnets: 4;""at The Round Earth's Imagined Corners, Blow"";
Subject(s): Angels; Bible; Christianity; Death; Immortality; Judgment Day; Religion; Repentance; Salvation; Dead, The; End Of The World; Doomsday; Fall Of Man; Theology; Penitence


At the round earth's imagined corners, blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scattered 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 sealed my pardon, with thy blood.




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