At the Round Earth’s Imagined Corners

Yes, I sang this one too. I was introduced to many amazing pieces throughout high school mostly, some in college. Hey, I had to sing in Swahili and do some other pretty seemingly stupid things so I enjoy sharing the highlights!

It’s an amazing display of changing meter or polymeter.

 At the round earth's imagined corners
 blow your trumpets, angels
 and arise from death
 you numberless infinities of souls
 and to your scattered bodies go!

 All whom the flood did and fire
 shall overthrow
 All whom war, death, 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 [apace]1,
 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 Thoud'st sealed my pardon with
 Thy blood.
words by John Donne (1572-1631)
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