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ECHO.
“What a silence!” say you—wait awhile
Till the folding hills encircle us,
And the rock-chasms yawn in grim defile;
Then we'll rouse up Echo, shouting thus—
Echo, Echo, Echo, Pan is coming!
Pan, with all his horns and hunters coming!
Wake up, Echo, wake up swift from slumber!
Till the folding hills encircle us,
And the rock-chasms yawn in grim defile;
Then we'll rouse up Echo, shouting thus—
Echo, Echo, Echo, Pan is coming!
Pan, with all his horns and hunters coming!
Wake up, Echo, wake up swift from slumber!
And sweet Echo, half in joy, half fear,
At such olden, but o'er hasty greeting,
Quick from hill to hill the tale will bear,
Quick through cave and chasm our cry repeating,
Echo, Echo, Echo, Pan is coming!
Pan with all his horns and hunters coming!
Wake up, Echo, wake up swift from slumber!
At such olden, but o'er hasty greeting,
Quick from hill to hill the tale will bear,
Quick through cave and chasm our cry repeating,
Echo, Echo, Echo, Pan is coming!
Pan with all his horns and hunters coming!
Wake up, Echo, wake up swift from slumber!
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Pan! strange name to ntter 'mid the glory
Of truth's sunshine, in this later day,
But poor Echo, born of heathen story,
Loves such salutation best, they say;
Shout then, Echo, Echo, Pan is coming!
Pan, with all his horns and hunters coming!
Wake up, Echo, wake up swift from slumber!
Of truth's sunshine, in this later day,
But poor Echo, born of heathen story,
Loves such salutation best, they say;
Shout then, Echo, Echo, Pan is coming!
Pan, with all his horns and hunters coming!
Wake up, Echo, wake up swift from slumber!
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