The Unknown Country

WHERE 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.