A Lover's "Litany to Pan"

BY the germinating seedAnd the blossoming of the weed,By the fruitage that doth feed,—Oh, hear!

By the light's reviving kiss,By the law that wakes to blissButterfly from chrysalis,Oh, hear!

By the raptures of the Spring,And the myriad flowers that bringIncense at her feet to fling,Oh, hear!

By the water-lily shrineAnd the syrinx that is thine,By its melodies divine,Oh, hear!

By the fragrance of the glade,By thy slumber in the shadeAnd thy bed, of mosses made,Oh, hear!

By the budding mysteriesAnd leafy glory of the trees,—By the human eye that sees,Oh, hear!

By the wistful hopes that throngTo thy chantry of sweet song,By our power to love and long,Oh, hear!

By the dawning's tender beam,By the twilight's westering gleam,By the soul's enduring dream,Oh, hear!

By the summer's ardent quest,And the balm of winter rest,—By the calm of Nature's breast,Oh, hear!

By the wonder of thy plan,By thy boundless gifts to man,—By thy deathless self, great Pan!Oh, hear!