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[00:21.34]Seated one day at the organ,
[00:25.62]I was weary and ill at ease,
[00:30.57]And my fingers wandered idly
[00:35.41]Over the noisy keys.
[00:38.91]
[00:39.63]I know not what I was playing,
[00:44.21]Or what I was dreaming then;
[00:49.23]But I struck one chord of music,
[00:52.91]Like the sound of a great Amen.
[01:08.74]
[01:17.11]It flooded the crimson twilight,
[01:21.46]Like the close of an angel's psalm,
[01:26.10]And it lay on my fevered spirit
[01:30.28]With a touch of infinite calm.
[01:34.01]
[01:34.87]It quieted pain and sorrow,
[01:39.05]Like love overcoming strife;
[01:43.55]It seemed the harmonious echo
[01:48.18]From our discordant life.
[01:52.43]
[01:52.93]It linked all perplexed meanings
[01:57.38]Into one perfect peace,
[02:01.87]And trembled away into silence
[02:06.41]As if it were loth to cease.
[02:10.98]
[02:11.34]I have sought, but I seek it vainly,
[02:15.17]That one lost chord divine,
[02:19.51]Which came from the soul of the organ,
[02:24.11]And entered into mine.
[02:27.88]
[02:36.94]It may be that death's bright angel
[02:42.10]Will speak in that chord again,
[02:46.68]It may be that only in Heav'n
[02:51.55]I shall hear that grand Amen.