Ode to Pan

 

In the land where I first happened,
In the sky I see above,
In the fields and beasts of nature,
I call to thee, my love.
With hope, and with half knowledge, I seek to know thy truth:
Each night your charms invade my dreams,
To satisfy my youth.
When morning breaks, I worship still,
And kneel down at your alter,
And call to thee, Sweet Pan,
To hear my steps that falter.
But with truth there shall be joy in me,
And with joy I shall be true
And love all that you represent
And devote myself to you.
I call to thee, Sweet Bestial Pan,
To visit those who love thee,
And through thou many pleasing tests, shall gain your trust and know thee.

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