Classic Poem

THE UNKNOWN COUNTRY.
To a German Air.

“WHERE is the unknown country?”
I whisper'd 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 countlry
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 peacefull 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.