A hymn to Pan

All ye woods and trees and bowers,

All ye virtues and ye powers

That inhabit in the lakes,

In the pleasant springs or breaks,

Move your feet to our sound,

Whilst we greet all this ground

With his honour and his name

That defends our flock from blame.

He is great and he is just;

He is ever good and must

Thus be honour'd. Daffodillies,

Roses, pinks, and lovèd lilies,

Let us fling, whilst we sing.

Ever holy, ever holy,

Ever honour'd, ever young!

Thus great Pan is ever sung!