Dinah Maria Craik (Дина Мария Крейк)
The Unknown Country
"WHERE 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.
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