Seated one day at the organ
I was weary and ill at ease,
And my fingers wander'd 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.
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 link'd all perplexed meanings,
Into one perfect peace,
And trembled away into silence,
As if it were loath 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 heav'n,
I shall hear that grand Amen.
It may be that Death's bright Angel,
Will speak in that chord again;
It may be that only in heav'n,
I shall hear that grand Amen.
From the Movie:
Topsy
Turvy
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"Sir Arthur Sullivan wrote the famous song THE LAST CHORD on
the
occasion of his brother Fredrick's death in 1877. He requested
that this song never be performed in burlesque."