The Unknown Country

Where is the un­known coun­try?

I whis­pered sad and slow

The strange and aw­ful coun­try

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.

Along the shin­ing coun­try

The peace­ful riv­ers flow:

And in that won­drous coun­try

The tree of life does grow.

Ah

then in­to that coun­try

Of which I no­thing know

The ev­er­last­ing coun­try

With will­ing heart I go.