Legends and Lyrics - Part 2 by Adelaide Anne Procter
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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 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. VERSE: TOO LATE Hush! speak low; tread softly; Draw the sheet aside;-- Yes, she does look peaceful; |
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