I Call strong Pan, the substance of the whole, etherial, marine, earthly, general soul, Immortal fire; for all the world is thine, and all are parts of thee, O powr divine. Come, blessed Pan, whom rural haunts delight, come, leaping, agile, wandring, starry light; The Hours and Seasons [Horai], wait thy high command, and round thy throne in graceful order stand. Goat-footed, horned, Bacchanalian Pan, fanatic powr, from whom the world began, Whose various parts by thee inspird, combine in endless dance and melody divine. In thee a refuge from our fears we find, those fears peculiar to the human kind. Thee shepherds, streams of water, goats rejoice, thou lovst the chace, and Echos secret voice: The sportive nymphs, thy evry step attend, and all thy works fulfill their destind end. O all-producing powr, much-famd, divine, the worlds great ruler, rich increase is thine. https://youtube/watch?v=H8zPfCpUHWs
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 14:07:46 +0000
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