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Seated one day at the organ, |
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I was weary and ill at ease, |
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And my fingers wandered idly |
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Over the noisy keys. |
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I know not what I was playing, |
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Or what I was dreaming then; |
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But I struck one chord of music, |
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Like the sound of a great Amen. |
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It flooded the crimson twilight, |
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Like the close of an angel's psalm, |
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And it lay on my fevered spirit |
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With a touch of infinite calm. |
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It quieted pain and sorrow, |
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Like love overcoming strife; |
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It seemed the harmonious echo |
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From our discordant life. |
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It linked all perplexed meanings |
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Into one perfect peace, |
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And trembled away into silence |
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As if it were loth to cease. |
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I have sought, but I seek it vainly, |
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That one lost chord divine, |
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Which came from the soul of the organ, |
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And entered into mine. |
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It may be that death's bright angel |
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Will speak in that chord again, |
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It may be that only in Heav'n |
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I shall hear that grand Amen. |
