John Fletcher

Here you will find the Poem Hymn to Pan of poet 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 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!