from
Pan's
Anniversary
[The scene is Arcadia. After the antimasque, a
hymn
is sung by nymphs and Arcadians.]
Of
Pan we sing, the best of singers, Pan,
That taught us swains how first to tune
our lays,
And on the pipe more airs then Phoebus can.
Hear, O you groves, and hills resound
his praise.
Of Pan we sing, the best of
leaders, Pan,
That leads the Naiads and the Dryads
forth,
And to their dances more then Hermes can.
Hear, O you groves, and hills resound
his worth.
Of Pan we sing, the best of
hunters, Pan,
That drives the hart to seek
unusèd ways,
And in the chase more then Silvanus can.
Hear, O you groves, and hills resound
his praise.
Of Pan we sing, the best of
shepherds, Pan,
That keeps our flocks and us, and both
leads forth
To better pastures then great Pales can.
Hear, O you groves, and hills resound
his worth;
And while
his powers and praises thus we sing,
The
valleys let rebound and all the rivers ring.
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