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, blessed you bear onward blessed 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 blam'd for blood, nor sham'd 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.