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Thursday, April 20, 2017

HOLY SONNET: AT THE ROUND END'S IMAGINED CORNERS: CYNTHIA ABEGAIL'S COLUMN

HOLY SONNET

(The lovely Sonnet was forwarded by our Cynthia Abegail.Thanks)

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, an 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.



JohnDonne

Born in London. Studied law and became Dean of St. Paul's

later in life and was a celebrated preacher.

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