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In his dim chapel day by day	A
The organist was wont to play	A
And please himself with fluted reveries	B
And all the spirit's joy and strife	C
The longing of a tender life	C
Took sound and form upon the ivory keys	B
And though he seldom spoke a word	D
The simple hearts that loved him heard	D
His glowing soul in these	B
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One day as he wrapped a sound	E
Of feet stole near he turned and found	E
A little maid that stood beside him there	F
She started and in shrinking wise	G
Besought him with her liquid eyes	G
And little features very sweet and spare	F
You love the music child he said	H
And laid his hand upon her head	H
And smoothed her matted hair	F
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She answered At the door one day	A
I sat and heard the organ play	A
I did not dare to come inside for fear	I
But yesterday a little while	J
I crept half up the empty aisle	J
And heard the music sounding sweet and clear	I
To day I thought you would not mind	K
For master dear your face was kind	K
And so I came up here	L
	-
You love the music then he said	H
And still he stroked her golden head	H
And followed out some winding reverie	M
And you are poor said he at last	N
The maiden nodded and he passed	N
His hand across his forehead dreamingly	J
And will you be my friend he spake	O
And on the organ learn to make	O
Grand music here with me	M
	-
And all the little maiden's face	P
Was kindled with a grateful grace	P
Oh master teach me I will slave for thee	M
She cried and so the child grew dear	I
To him and slowly year by year	I
He taught her all the organ's majesty	M
And gave her from his slender store	Q
Bread and warm clothing that no more	Q
Her cheeks were pinched to see	M
	-
And year by year the maiden grew	R
Taller and lovelier and the hue	R
Deepened upon her tender cheeks untried	S
Rounder and queenlier and more fair	F
Her form grew and her golden hair	F
Fell yearly richer at the master's side	S
In speech and bearing form and face	P
Sweeter and graver grace by grace	P
Her beauties multiplied	S
	-
And sometimes at his work a glow	J
Would touch him and he murmured low	J
How beautiful she is and bent his head	H
And sometimes when the day went by	T
And brought no maiden he would sigh	T
And lean and listen to her velvet tread	H
And he would drop his hands and say	A
My music cometh not to day	A
Pray God she be not dead	H
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So the sweet maiden filled his heart	U
And with her growing grew his art	U
For day by day more wondrously he played	V
Such heavenly things the master wrought	W
That in his happy dreams he thought	W
The organ's self did love the gold haired maid	V
But she the maiden never guessed	X
What prayers for her in hours of rest	X
The sombre organ prayed	V
	-
At last one summer morning fair	F
The maiden came with braided hair	F
And took his hands and held them eagerly	M
To morrow is my wedding day	A
Dear master bless me that the way	A
Of life be smooth not bitter unto me	M
He stirred not but the light did go	J
Out of his shrunken cheeks and oh	J
His head hung heavily	M
	-
You love him then I love him well	J
She answered and a numbness fell	J
Upon his eyes and all his heart that bled	H
A glory half a smile abode	Y
Within the maiden's eyes and glowed	Y
Upon her parted lips The master said	H
God bless and bless thee little maid	V
With peace and long delight and laid	V
His hands upon her head	H
	-
And she was gone and all that day	A
The hours crept up and slipped away	A
And he sat still as moveless as a stone	Z
The night came down with quiet stars	A2
And darkened him in coloured bars	A2
Along the shadowy aisle the moonlight shone	Z
And then the master woke and passed	N
His hands across the keys at last	N
And made the organ moan	Z
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The organ shook the music wept	B2
For sometimes like a wail it crept	B2
In broken moanings down the shadows drear	F
And otherwhiles the sound did swell	J
And like a sudden tempest fell	J
Through all the windows wonderful and clear	F
The people gathered from the street	C2
And filled the chapel seat by seat	C2
They could not choose but hear	F
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And there they sat till dawning light	D2
Nor ever stirred to awe To night	D2
The master hath a noble mood they said	H
But on a sudden ceased the sound	E
Like ghosts the people gathered round	E
And on the keys they found his fallen head	H
The silent organ had received	E2
The master's broken heart relieved	E2
And he was white and dead	H

Archibald Lampman

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