The Unknown Country

RE is the unknown country?" I whispered sad and slow,-- "The strange and awful country To which I soon must go, must go,

To which I soon must go?" Out of the unknown country A voice sang soft and low:-- "O pleasant is that country And sweet it is to go, to go,

And sweet it is to go. "Along the shining country The peaceful rivers flow:

And in that wondrous country The tree of life does grow, does grow,

The tree of life does grow." Ah, then into that country Of which I nothing know,

The everlasting country,

With willing heart I go,

I go,

With willing heart I go.