Far away is the land of rest versuri

Versuri Emily Brontë – Far away is the land of rest lyrics

Far away is the land of rest-
Thousand miles are stretched between,
Many a mountain’s stormy crest
Many a desert void of green.

Wasted, worn is the traveller,
Dark his heart and dim his eye,
Without hope or comforter,
Faltering, faint and ready to die.

Often he looks to the ruthless sky,
Often he looks o’er his dreary road,
Often he wishes down to lie
And render up life’s tiresome load.

But yet faint not, mournful man;
Leagues on leagues are left behind
Since your endless course began;
Then go on, to toil resigned.

If you still despair, control,
Hush its whispers in your breast;
You shall reach the final goal,
You shall win the land of rest.