by John Fletcher (1579 - 1625)
Hymn to Pan
Language: English
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, As the young spring: Ever be thy honour spoke 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 From that place the morn is broke To that place day doth unyoke!
Authorship:
- by John Fletcher (1579 - 1625), "Hymn to Pan" [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Rebecca Clarke (1886 - 1979), "Hymn to Pan", 1912? [ vocal duet with piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2008-07-26
Line count: 14
Word count: 77