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A Lost Chord

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SEATED one day at the Organ,
I was weary and ill at ease,
And my fingers wandered idly
Over the noisy keys.

I do not know what I was playing,
Or what I was dreaming then ;
But I struck one chord of music,
Like the sound of a great Amen.

It flooded the crimson twilight,
Like the close of an Angel's Psalm,
And it lay on my fevered spirit
With a touch of infinite calm.

It quieted pain and sorrow,
Like love overcoming strife ;
It seemed the harmonious echo
From our discordant life.

It linked all perplexéd meanings
Into one perfect peace,
And trembled away into silence
As if it were loth to cease.

I have sought, but I seek it vainly,
That one lost chord divine,
Which came from the soul of the Organ,
And entered into mine.

It may be that Death's bright angel
Will speak in that chord again,
It may be that only in Heaven
I shall hear that grand Amen.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Barbara Aikenhead 14 October 2020

My Father taught me this when I was in public school I am now 89 And still remember it. Magnificent

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Susan Williams 12 November 2015

She brought the playing of a musical instrument to life in these words: It linked all perplexéd meanings Into one perfect peace, And trembled away into silence As if it were loth to cease.

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To strike a chord of melody On a calm and silent evening and feel it sink like a pebble Deep within our lake of feelings Is to hear the footsteps of the lord And be blest by that divine chord

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