Let down the Bars, Oh Death —
The tired Flocks come in
Whose bleating ceases to repeat
Whose wandering is done —
Thine is the stillest night
Thine the securest Fold
Too near Thou art for seeking Thee
Too tender, to be told.
Let down the Bars, Oh Death —
The tired Flocks come in
Whose bleating ceases to repeat
Whose wandering is done —
Thine is the stillest night
Thine the securest Fold
Too near Thou art for seeking Thee
Too tender, to be told.
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It should read “O Death”, right? It’s a vocative. Have you manuscript evidence for this reading?
According to her biography this must have been written sometime in the 1880’s.. In 1955 it was compiled in its original form.
According to her biography this must have been written sometime in the 1880’s.. In 1955 it was compiled in its original form.