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THE UNKNOWN COUNTRY.
The cloud floats on, thee glittering on its breast,
The beggar wears thy purple as his own:
The noisome waves, made calm, creep to thy feet
Rejoicing that they yet can image thee,
And beyond thee, God's heaven, thick-sown with stars.
The beggar wears thy purple as his own:
The noisome waves, made calm, creep to thy feet
Rejoicing that they yet can image thee,
And beyond thee, God's heaven, thick-sown with stars.
THE UNKNOWN COUNTRY.
To a German Air.
HERE 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.
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:
The peaceful rivers flow:
