| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XVIII. The Great Mystery
‘Where Lies the Land’ | | By Hall Caine (1853–1931) |
| | | WHERE lies the land to which thy soul would go?— | |
| Beyond the wearied wold, the songless dell, | |
| The purple grape and golden asphodel, | |
| Beyond the zone where streams baptismal flow. | |
| Where lies the land of which thy soul would know?— | 5 |
| There where the unvexed senses darkling dwell, | |
| Where never haunting, hurrying footfall fell, | |
| Where toil is not, nor builded hope laid low. | |
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| Rest! Rest! to thy hushed realm how one by one | |
| Old Earth’s tired ages steal away and weep | 10 |
| Forgotten or unknown, long duty done! | |
| Ah God, when death in seeming peace shall steep | |
| Life’s loud turmoil and Time his race hath run | |
| Shall heart of man at length find rest and sleep? | | | | |
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