The Perfect SolutionChapter 31 A 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...