Let down the bars, O Death, Op. 8, No. 2

Let down the bars, O 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, O Death
The tired flocks come in



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Writer(s): Samuel Barber
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