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;
Bit 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 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 cord divine,
Which came from the soul of the organ,
And entered into mine.
It maybe that death's bright angel
Will speak in that cord again,
It maybe that only in Heaven
I shall hear that grand Amen.
Adelaid A. Procter, 1805-1858
http://www.poemhunter.com/adelaide-a-procter/poet-34231/
As God's universe and Carl Jung's theory of synchronicity would have it, after writing THE LOST CORD, I came across the original inspiration of years (sixty) gone by.
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