Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
John Fletcher. 15791625210. 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, | 5 |
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 | 10 |
As the young spring: | |
Ever be thy honour spoke | |
From that place the morn is broke | |
To that place day doth unyoke! |