Poems (Craik)/The Unknown Country
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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?"
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:
And in that wondrous country
The tree of life does grow, does grow,
The tree of life does grow."
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.
Of which I nothing know,
The everlasting country,
With willing heart I go, I go,
With willing heart I go.