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At the round earth's imagin'd corners

Symphony for full orchestra 

I. Declamatory
II. Zany
III. Simply, flowing

Duration: 22'

An excerpt of a recording of the final 2 minutes of the third movement is here.

This work takes its title from John Donne's poem, reprinted below. The title corresponds to the form and character of the first movement: soaring melodies and brass fanfares give way to meditative chords and sustained sonorities. First movement material is developed across all three movements, with a recapitulation of the opening music at the end of the work. 

    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, 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 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.
            --John Donne