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 A LOVER'S "LITANY TO PAN"

the germinating seed

And the blossoming of the weed,

By the fruitage that doth feed,—

Oh, hear!

By the light's reviving kiss,

By the law that wakes to bliss

Butterfly from chrysalis,

Oh, hear!

By the raptures of the Spring,

And the myriad flowers that bring

Incense at her feet to fling,

Oh, hear!

By the water-lily shrine

And the syrinx that is thine,

By its melodies divine,

Oh, hear!

By the fragrance of the glade,

By thy slumber in the shade

And thy bed, of mosses made,

Oh, hear!

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