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Poem by John Fletcher

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 murmuring ground
Fills the music with her sound.

Pan, oh, great god Pan, to thee
    Thus do we sing! 
Thou that keep'st us chaste and free
    As the young spring; 
Ever be thy honor spoke,
From that place the morn is broke,
To that place day doth unyoke! 

John Fletcher

John Fletcher's other poems:
  1. Hear, ye Ladies
  2. Cast Our Caps and Cares Away
  3. Melancholy
  4. Away, Delights
  5. Love's Emblems

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Aleister Crowley Hymn To Pan ("Thrill with lissome lust of the light")

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