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.
