At the round earth's imagined corners blow Your trumpets…
““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, dea[r]th, 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. ””
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
The poet pleads for divine mercy, acknowledging human sin and the inevitability of death, seeking repentance and grace before it is too late.
In simple terms: He asks God for forgiveness and guidance in repentance.
Seek repentance before death.
Themes
Mood
Type
When to use this quote
- confession
- prayer
- morning meditation
- final moments
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- What does true repentance mean to you?
- How can one find hope amid inevitable death?
Divine mercy may seem distant in suffering.