THE LOST CHORD
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
perplexed meanings
Into 0one
perfect peace ,
And trembled always
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 .
Jan Bagwell
