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HIGHWAY, since you my chief Parnassus be,

And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet,

Tempers her words to trampling horses’ feet

More oft than to a chamber-melody,—

Now blessèd you bear onward blessèd me

To her, where I my heart, safe-left, shall meet;

My Muse and I must you of duty greet

With thanks and wishes, wishing thankfully;

Be you still fair, honour’d by public heed;

By no encroachment wrong’d, nor time forgot;

Nor blamed for blood, nor shamed for sinful deed;

And that you know I envy you no lot

Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss,

Hundreds of years you Stella’s feet may kiss!