Poems (Craik)/The Unknown Country
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.
"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.