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The LLost Chord (1).
Seated one day at the organ,
I was weary and ill at ease,
And my fingers wandered idly,
Over the noisy keys,
I know not what I was playing,
Or what I was dreaming then,
But I struck one chord of music,
Like the sound of a great Amen,
Like the sound of a great Amen.
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The Lost Chord (2).
It flooded the crimson twilight,
Like the close of an Angel psalm,
And it lay on my wearied spirit,
With a touch of infinite calm.
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The Lost Chord (3).
It quieted pain and sorrow,
Like love o'er coming strife,
It seem'd the harmonious echo
From our discordant life,
It link'd all perplexed meanings
Into one perfect peace,
And trembled away in silence
As if it were loth to cease.
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The Lost Chord (4).
I have sought but to 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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