HYMN OF PAN.
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FROM the forests and highlands


We come, we come;
From the river-gir, islands,


Where loud waves are dumb


Listening TO my sweet pipings.
The wind in the reeds and the rushes,
The bees on the bells ofthyme,
The birds on the myrtle bushes,
The cicale above in the lime,
And the lizards below in the grass,
Were as silent as ever old 1molus' was,


Listening 10 my sweet ppinss.
Liquid Pcneus was flowing,


And all dark Tempe lay
In Pelion's shadow. outgrowing


The light of the dying day.


Specded with my sweet pipinss.
The Sileni and Sylvans and Fauns,
And the Symphs Of the woods and waves,
To the edge OF the moist river.awns,
And the brink of the dewy caves,
And all that did then attend and follow.
Were silent with love, as you now. Apollo,


With envy OF my sweet pipiugs.
sang OF the dancing stars.


sang OF the dedal Earth,
And OF Heaven-and the giant wars


And Love and Death and Birth,


Aud then changed my ppngs,
Singing how down the vale of Menalu9
pursued maiden and clasped a reed
Gods and men. we are al deluaed thus
II breaks IN our bosom and then we bleed
All wept as think both ye now woald.
If envy or age had not frozen your blood


At the sorrow of my swpe. nin;ncs