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A LOVER'S "LITANY TO PAN"
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By the budding mysteries
And leafy glory of the trees,—
By the human eye that sees,
Oh, hear!
By the wistful hopes that throng
To 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!
