Gateway to the Classics: Oxford Book of English Verse, Part 2 by Arthur Quiller-Couch
 
Oxford Book of English Verse, Part 2 by  Arthur Quiller-Couch

Hymn to Pan

Sing his praises that doth keep

Our flocks from harm,

Pan, the father of our sheep;

And arm in arm

Tread we softly in a round,

Whilst the hollow neighbouring ground

Fills the music with her sound.


Pan, O great god Pan, to thee

Thus do we sing!

Thou who keep'st us chaste and free

As the young spring:

Ever be thy honour spoke

From that place the morn is broke

To that place day doth unyoke!

— John Fletcher
1579-1625   


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