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!
Text 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