Infenfate; whose soft limbs the toil decline That feafonsblifs,and makes enjoymentplease: Draining the copious bowl ere thirst require; Feating ere hunger to the feaft invite: Whole taftelefs joys anticipate defire,
Whom luxury fupplies with appetite: Yet nature loaths, and you employ in vain Variety and art to conquer her disdain.
"Nor need my friends the various coftly feaft, Hunger to them th' effects of art fupplies; Labour prepares their weary limbs to reif; Sweet is their fleep; light, cheerful, strong, they rife. [nown Thro' health, thro' joy, thro' pleasure and re- They tread my paths: and by a foft descent At length to age all gently finking down,
In which no hour flew unimprov'd away; [day. Look back with tranfport on a life well spent, In which fome gen 'rous deed distinguish'd ev'ry
And when the deitin'd term at lengh's com- Their ashes rest in peace, eternal fame [plete, Sounds wide their praife: triumphant o'er fate, In facred fong for ever lives their name. This, Hercules, is happiness! obey My voice, and live: let thy celeftial birth Lift and enlarge thy thoughts: behold the way
Immortal! Lo, I guide thy steps, Arife, [fkies." That leads to fame, and raifes thee from earth, Purfue the glorious path and claim thy native Her words breathe fire celeftial, and impart
Thefparkling nectarcoodwith fummer fnows, The dainty board with choiceft viands fpread, To thee are taftelefs all! fincere repofe
Flies from thy flow'ry couch and downy bed." For thou art only tir'd with indolence; Nor is thy fleep with toil and labour bought, Th' imperfect fleep, that lulls thy languid fenfe In dull oblivious interval of thought; Thatkindlyftealsth'inactivehours away (theday, From the long ling ring space, that lengthens out "From bounteous nature's unexhaufted ftores Flows the pure fountain of fincere delights: Averie to ber, you wafte the joyless hours;
Sleep drowns thy days, and riot rules thy Immortal the thouart, indignant Jove [nights. Hari'd thee from heav'n, th' immortals blifs- ful place,
For ever banish'd from the realms above, To dwell on earth with man's depenerate Fitter abode! on earth alike difgrac'd; [race: Rejected by the wife, and by the fool embrac'd Fond wretch, that vainly weeneft all delight To gratify the fenfe, referv'd for thee! Yet the most pleating object to the fight.
Thine own fair action never didft thou fee. Tho' lull'd with fofteft founds thou lieft along, Soft mufic, warblingvoices,melting lays, [fong Ne er didit thou hear, more fweet than fweetelt
Charming the foul, thou ne'er didit hear thy To fuch go fmooth thy fpeech, and spread thy No to thy revels let the fool repair; [praife!
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The generous flame: with great intent his heart New vigour to his foul, that fudden caught Swells full, and labours with exalted thought. The mift of error from his eyes difpell'd,
Sloth in her native form he now beheld; Thro' all her fraudful arts, in cleareft light,
Falfe Siren!-All her vaunted charms, that hone Unveil'd the flood confeft before his fight: So fresh erewhile and fair, now wither'd, pale,
and gone.
No more the rofy bloom in fweet difguife [grace Masks her diffembled looks; each borrow'd Leaves her wan cheek; pale fickness clouds her
As when fair Iris has awhile display'd Livid and funk,and paffions dim herface.[eyes
Her wat'ry arch with gaudy painture gay, While yet we gaze the glorious colours fade,
And from our wonder gently steal away: Where fhone the beauteous phantom, erst so bright,
Vaft happiness enjoy thy gay allies!
A youth of follies,
an old age of
Young yet enervate, old yet never wife, [pairs. Vain, idle, delicate, in thoughtless ease, [fpend;| waltes their vigour, and their mind im-But
Vice
Referving
All wretched, hopeless, in the eyil days, woes for age, their prime they With forrow to the verge of life they tend.
Now low'rs the low-hung cloud, all gloomy to the fight.
Virtue more engaging, all the while [rene. Difclos'd new charms, more lovely, more fe- Beaming fweet influence, a milder fmile Soften'd the terrors of her lofty mien. "Lead, goddefs; I am thine!" tranfported cried
Ghev'd with the prefent, of the paft afham'd, Alcides; "O propitious pow'r, thy way
They
!
guide.
are nam'd.
From thee oh never let me ftray!"
"What with the gods, and godlike men I dwell; While ardent thus the youth his vows addrefs'd, Me, his fupreme delight, th' Almighty Sire With all the goddess fill'd, already glow'd his Regards well pleas'd; whatever works excel,
breaft.
All, or divine
The heav'nly maid with ftrength divine endued
His daring foul; there all her pow'rs comFirm conftancy, undaunted fortitude, [bin'd: Enduring patience, arm'd his mighty mind. Unmov'd in toils, in dangers undismay'd,
By many a hardy deed and bold emprize, From fierceft monsters, thro' her powerful aid, He freed the earth! thro'her he gain'dthefkies. 'Twas
human I inspire.
Count with ftrength, and industry with art,
In unica meet
conjoin'd with me refide:
My dictates arm, inftru&t, and mend the heart, The furet policy, the wifeft guide.
With me true Thole
[bind friendship dwells: fhe deigns to generous fouls alone, whom I before
have join'd.
"Twas Virtue plac'd him in the bleft abode; [god. Crown'd with eternal youth, among the gods a
§104. The Hermit. Parnell. FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a rev'rend Hermit grew; The mofs his bed, the cave his humble cell: His food the fruits, his drink the cryftal well: Remote from man, with God he pafs'd his days, Pray'r ali his bufinefs, all his pleasure praise.
Á life fo facred, fuch ferene repose, Seem'd heav'n itfelf till one fuggetion rofe That vice fhould triumph, virtue vice obey; This fprung fome doubt of Providence's fway: His hopes no more a certain profpect boast, And all the tenour of his foul is loft.
So when a fmooth expanse receives imprest Calm nature's image on its wat'ry breaft, [grow, Down bend the banks, the trees depending And fkies beneath with anfwering colours But if a ftone the gentle fea divide, [glow: Swift ruffling circles curl on ev'ry fide, And glimm'ring fragments of a broken fun; Banks, trees, and fkies in thick diforder run.
At length 'tis morn, and at the dawn of d Along the wide canals the Zephyrs play; Fresh o'er the gay parterres the breezes creep, And thake the neighb'ring wood to bani Up rife the guests obedient to the call; [fee Au early banquet deck'd the fplendid hall; Then, pleas'd and thankful, from the por Rich Juicions wine a golden goblet grac'd, Which the kind mafter forc'd the guests to taf they go;
And, but the landlord, none had cause of wo The younger gueft, purloin'd the glittri His cup was vanifh'd; tor in fecret guise Glift'ning and basking in the fummer ray, As one who fpies a ferpent in his way, [pria Disorder'd stops to fhun the danger near, Then walks with faintnefs on, and looks wi The thining fpoil his wily partner fhow'd. So feem'd the fire, when far upon the road [fe He ftopp'd with filence, walk'd with trembli
And much he wish'd, but durft not afk, to par Murm'ring he lifts his eyes, and thinks it har That gen'rous actions meet a base reward.
To clear this doubt, to know the world by The changing skies hang out their fable cloud To find if books or fwains report it right,[fight, A found in air prefag'd approaching rain, While thus they pass, the fun his glorythroud (For yet by fwains alone the world he knew, Whole feet came wand'ring o'er the nightly dew) Warn'd by the figns, the wand'ring pair retre And beafts to covert fcud across the plain. He quits his cell; the pilgrim ftaff he bore, And fix'd the fcallop in his hat before! To feek for thelter at a neighb`ring feat: Then with the fun a rifing journey went, 'Twas built with turrets on a rifing ground, Sedate to think, and watching each event. And ftrong, and large, and unimprov'd around The morn was wafted in the pathlefs grafs, Unkind and griping caus'd a defert there. Its owner's temper, tim'rous and fevere, And long and lonefome was the wild to pats; But when the fouthern fun had warm'd the day, Fierce rifing gufts with fudden fury blew, As near the mifer's heavy doors they drew, A youth came pofting o'er a croffing way; His raiment decent, his complexion fair, The nimble lightning mix'd with show'rsbegan And foft in graceful ringlets wav'd his hair: And o'er their heads loud rolling thunder ra Then near approaching,"Father, hail" hecried: Driv'n by the wind and batter'd by the rain. Here long they knock, but knock or call invair And "Hail, my fon!" the rev'rend fire replied: At length fome pity warm'd the matter's breat Words follow'd words, from question antwer(Twas then his threshold first receiv'd a guest
Slow creaking turns the door with jealous care One frugal faggot lights the naked walls, [call And half he welcomes in th' thiv`ring pair; And nature's fervour through their limbs r Bread of the coarfer fort with meagre wine, (Each hardly granted) ferv'd them both to din And when the tempeft first appear'd to cease, A ready warning bid them part in peace.
And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road; Till each with other pleas'd, and loth to part, While in their age they differ, join in heart. Thus ftands an aged elm in ivy bound, Thus youthful ivy clafps an elm around. Now funk the fun; the clofing bour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with fober Nature in filence bid the world repose: grey; When near the road a stately palace rofe. [pafs, In one fo rich a life fo poor and rude; With ftill remarkthepond'ring Hermit view There, by the moon, through ranks of trees they And why fhould fuch (within himself he cried Whofe verdure crown'd their floping fides of Lock the loft wealth a thousand want befide? It chanc'd the noble mafter of the dome [grafs. But what new marks of wonder foon took pla Stillmadehishoufethewand'ringftranger's home; In ev'ry fettling feature of his face, Yet fill the kindnefs, from a thirit of praife, Prov'd the vain flourish of expenfive ease. When from his veft the young companion bo The pair arrive: the liveried fervants wait; That cup the gen'rous landlord own'd before Their lord receives them at the pompous gate. The tinted kindness of this churlish foul! And paid profufely with the precious bowl The table groans with coftly piles of food, And all is more than hofpitably good. [drown, The fun emerging opes an azure fky; But now the clouds in airy tumult fly; Then, led to reft, the day's long toil they A fresher green the fmelling leaves difplay, Deep funk in fleep, and filk, and heaps of down. And, glittering as they tremble, cheer the da 5
The weather courts them from the poor retreat, And the glad mafter bolts the wary gate. We hence they walk the Pilgrim's bofom wrought
With all the travail of uncertain thought; His partner's acts without their caule appear; 'Twas there a vice; and jeem'd a madness here: Detefting that, and pitving this, he goes, Loft and confounded with the various fhows. Now night'sdimthadegain involve the sky; Again the wand rers want a place to lie: Again they fearch, and find a lodging nigh. The foil improv'd around, the mantion neat, And neither poorly low nor idly great, It seem'd to fpeak its mafter's turn of mind, Content, and not for praife but virtue kind.
Surprise in fecret chains his words fufpends, And in a calm his fettling temper ends. But filence here the beauteous angel broke (The voice of mufic ravish'd as he spoke): "Thypray'r,thypraife,thylifeto vice unknown, In fweet memorial rife before the throne: Thefe charms fuccefs in our bright region find, And force an angel down to calm thy mind; For this commiffion'd, I forfook the sky- Nay, ceafe to kneel!-thy fellow-fervant I. "Then know the truth of government divine, And let thefe fcruples be no longer thine.
"The Maker jufflyclaims that world he made, In this the right of Providence is laid; Its facred majefty through all depends On uting fecond means to work his ends; Hither the walkers turn with weary feet, 'Tis thus withdrawn in ftate from human eye, Then bless the mansion, and the mafter greet. The Pow'r exerts his attributes on high; Their greeting fair, beftow'd with modeft guife, Your actions ufes, nor controuls your will, The courteous mafter hears and thus replies: And bids the doubting fons of men be ftill.prife, “Without a vain, without a grudging heart, "What strange eventscan strike with more fur- To him who gives us all, I yield a part; Thanthofe whichlatelyftruckthy wond'ringeyes? From hun you come, for him accept it here, Yet, taught by thefe, confefs th' Almighty just; A frank and fober, more than coftly cheer." And, where you can't unriddle, learn to truft. He (poke, and bid the welcome table fpread, Then talk'd of virtue till the time of bed; "The great vain man, whofar'd on coitly food, Whofe life was too luxurious to be good; When the grave houfehold round his hall repair, Who made his iv'ry ftands with goblets fhine, Warn'd by a bell, and clofe the hours with pray'r. Andforc'dhisgueft sto morning draughts of wine; At length the world renew'd by calm repofe, Has with the cup, the gracelets custom loft, Was ftrong for toil; the dappled morn arose And ftill he welcomes, but with lefs of coft. Before the Pilgrims part, the younger crept, "Themeanfufpiciouswretch,whosebolteddoor Near the clos'd cradle, where an infant lept, Ne'er mov'd in pity to the wand'ring poor, And writh'd his neck: the landlord's littlepride, With him I left the cup, to teach his mind trange return! grew black, and gafp'd, and That Heaven can blefs, if mortals will be kind. Horror of horrors! what! his only fon? [died, Confcious of wanting worth, he views the bowl, How look'd our Hermit when the fact was done? And feels compaffion touch his grateful foul. Not hell, tho' hell's black jaws in funder part, Thus artifts melt the fullen ore of lead, And breathe bluefire,could more affault hisheart. With heaping coals of fire upon its head; Confus'd and ftruck with filence at the deed, In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, He fies; but, trembling fails to fly with speed. And loofe from drofs, the filver runs below. His fteps the youth purfues: the country lay Perplex'd with roads ; a fervant fhew'd the way: A river crofs'd the path; the paffage o'er Was nice to find; the fervant trod before: Longarmsofoaksan open bridge fupplied, [glide. To what exceffes had his dotage run! Anddeepthe wavesbeneaththe bending branches But God, to fave the father, took the fon. The youth, who feem'd to watch a time to fin, To all but thee in fits he seem'd to go; Approach'd the careless guide,and thruft him in: And 'twas my miniftry to deal the blow. Plunging he falls; and rifing lifts his head;
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Long had our pious friend in virtue trod, But nowthe child half-wean'dhis heart from God; (Child of his age) for him he liv'd in pain, And measur'd back his steps to earth again.
The
poor fond parent, humbled in the duft,
Now owns in tears the punishment was just.
He burts the bands of fear, and madly cries, Wild (parklingrage inflames the father's eyes;
"But how had all his fortunes felt a wrack, Had that falfe fervant sped in safety back!
Thus Heaven inftructs thy mind: this trial o'er,
When the ftrange partner feem'dno longer man. And what a fund of charity would fail ! Deftedwretch!"--Butfcarcehis fpeech began, This night his treafur'd heaps he meant to steal, His robe turn'd white, and flow'd upon hisfeet; Depart in peace, refign, and fin no more." Hi youthful face grew more ferenely sweet; Fair rounds of radiant points invest his hair; And wings whofe colours glitter'd on the day, Thus look'd Elifha, when, to mount on high, Celeftial odours breathe through purpled air; The fage ftood wond'ring as the seraph flew. Wide at in back their gradual plumes difplay. His master took the chariot of the sky: The form ethereal burfts upon his fight, And moves in all the majesty of light. Tho' loud at first the Pilgrim's paffion grew, Sudden he gaz'd and wilt not what to do;
On founding pinionsherethe youth withdrew;
The fiery pomp afcending left the view; The prophet gaz'd, and wifh'd to follow too. The bending Hermit here a pray'r begun. Lord! as in heaven, on earth thy will be done.
Then,
Then, gladly turning, fought his ancient place, And pafs'd a life of piety and peace.
§ 105. The Golden Verfes of Pythagoras.
Fitzgerald. FIRST, the Supreme doth highest rev'rence claim;
Ufe with religious awe his facred name: Affur'd he views thy ways, let nought controul The oath thou once haft bound upon thy foul. Next to the heroes bear a grateful mind, Whose glorious cares and toils have bleft man- Let juft refpect and decent rites be paid [kind. To the immortal manes of the dead. Honour thy parents, and thy next of kind; And virtuous men wherever thou canst find, In the fame bond of love let them be join'd.
Ufeful and fteady let thy life proceed, Mild ev'ry word, good-natur'd ev'ry deed; Oh, never with the man thou lov'ft contend! But bear a thoufand frailties from thy friend. Rafhly inflam'd, vain fpleen, and flight furmife, To real feuds, and endless difcords rife.
O'er luft, o'er anger, keep the ftrictest rein, Subdue thy floth, thy appetite restrain. With no vile action venture to comply, Not tho' unfeen by ev'ry mortal eye. Above all witneffes thy confcience fear, And more than all mankind thyself revere. One way let all thy words and actions tend, Reafon their conftant guide, and truth their end. And ever mindful of thy mortal state, How quick, how various are the turns of fate; How here, how there, the tides of fortune roll: How foon impending death concludes the whole, Compofe thy mind, and free from anxious ftrife Endure thy portion of the ills of life:
Tho' ftill the good man ftands fecure from harms, Nor can misfortune wound, whom virtue arms. Difcourfe in common converfe, thou wilt find Some to improve, and some to taint the mind; Grateful to that a due obfervance pay: Beware, left this entice thy thoughts aftray; And bold untruths which thou artforc'd to hear, Receive difcreetly with a patient ear.
Woulft thou be justly rank'd among the wife, Think ere thou dost, ere thou resolv`íť advise. Still let thy aims with fage experience fquare, And plan thy conduct with fagacious care; So fhalt thou all thy courfe with pleasure run, Nor with an action of thy life undone.
Among the various ends of thy defires, 'Tis no inferior place thy health requires. Firmly for this from all excefs refrain, Thy cups be mod'raate, and thy diet plain: Nor yet unelegant thy board fupply, But thun the naufeous pomp of luxury. Let fpleen, by cheerful converfe be withstood, And honeft labours purify the blood.
Each night, ere needful flumber feals thy eyes, Home to thy foul let thefe reflections rife : How has this day my duty feen exprefs'd? What have I done, omitted, or tranfgrefs'd?
Then grieve the moments thou haft idly fper The reft will yield thee comfort and conten
Be thefe good rules thy ftudy and delight, Practife by day, and ponder them by night Thus all thythoughts to virtue's height fhall And truth fhall ftand unveil'd before thy eye Of beings the whole fyftem thou fhalt fee, Rang'd as they are in beauteous harmony, Whilft all depend from one fuperior caufe, And Nature works obedient to her laws. Hence, as thou labour'ft with judicious care To run the course allotted to thy share, Wifdom refulgent with a heavenly ray Shall clear thy profpect, and direct thy way.
Then all around compaffionately view, The wretched ends which vain mankind pur Tofs'd to and fro by each impeteous guft, The rage of paffion, or the fire of luft, No certain ftay, no fafe retreat they know, But blindly wander through a maze of woe Meanwhile congenial vilenefs works within, And cuftom quite fubdues the foul to fin. Save us from this diftrefs, Almighty Lord, Our minds illumine, and thy aid afford!
But O! fecure from all thy life is led, Whofe feet the happy paths of virtue tread Thou ftand'ft united to the race divine, And the perfection of the skies is thine. Imperial reafon, free from all controul, Maintains her juft dominion in thy foul: Till purg'd at length from every finful itain, When friendly death fhall break the cumbre chain,
Loos'd from the body thou shalt take thy fig And range immortal in the fields of light.
§ 106. On Cheerfulness. Fitzgerald. FAIR as the dawning light! aufpicious gue Source of all comfort to the human breast; Depriv'd of thee, in fad defpair we moan, And tedious roll the heavy moments on. Though beauteous objects all around us rife To charm the fancy and delight the eyes; Though art's fair works and nature's gifts co fpire
To pleate each fenfe, and fatiate each defire, 'Tis joylefs all-till thy enliv'ning ray Scatters the melancholy gloom away. Then opens to the foul a heavenly fcene, Gladness and peace, all sprightly, all ferene. Where doft thou reign, fay, in what b
To choose thy manfion, and to fix thy feat? Thy facred prefence how thall we explore! Can av'rice gain thee with her golden ftore? Can vain ambition with her boafted charms Tempt thee within her wide-extended arms No, with Content alone canft thou abide, Thy filter, ever fmiling by thy fide.
When boon companions void of ev'ry care Crown the full bowl,and therich banquet hard And give a loose to pleasure-art thou there Or when th' affembled great and fair advance To celebrate the mask, the play, the dance,
Whilf beauty spreads its fweeteft charms' around,
And is ectatic fwell their tuneful found, At thou within the pompous circle found? Does not thy influence more fedately thine? Can fuch tumultuous joy as thefe be thine? Surely more mild, more conftant in their courfe, Tay pleatures iffue from a nobler fource; From fweet difcretion ruling in the breaft, From paffions temper, and from lufts repreft; From thoughts unconscious of a guilty fmart, And the calm transports of an honeft heart. Thy aid, O ever faithful, ever kind! Thro' life, thro' death, attends the virtuous mind;
Of angry fate, wards from us ev'ry blow, Cures ev'ry ill, and foftens ev'ry woe. Whatever good our mortal ftate defires, What wildom finds, or innocence inspires; From nature's bounteous hand whatever flows, Whate'er our Maker's providence bestows, B. thee mankind enjoys; by thee repays A grateful tribute of perpetual praife.
§ 108. A Thought upon Death. 'Tis vain, my foul, 'tis impious all, The human lot to mourn, That life fo foon must fleet away,
And duft to duft return. Alas! from death the terrors fly,
When once 'tis understood; 'Tis Nature's call, 'tis God's decree, And is, and must be good. Wearied his limbs with honeft toil,
And void of cares his breaft, See how the lab'ring hind finks down Each night to wholesome rest. No naufeous fumes perplex his fleep, No guilty ftarts furprife; The vitions that his fancy forms, All free and cheerful rife. So thou, nor led by lufts aftray,
Nor gail'd with anxious ftrife, With virtuous industry fulfil The plain intent of life. País calmly thy appointed day, And ufefully employ, And then thou 'art sure whate'er fucceed Is reft, and peace, and joy.
167. On Industry. Fitzgerald. QUEEN of all virtues! for whate'er we call Golike and great, 'tis thou obtain'st it all. No talk too arduous for thy ftrong eflay, And art and nature own thy potent fway. Lir'd by thee to each fuperior aim, We e pres with ardour thro' the paths of fame, Un to the facred top, and leave behind Thngiorious crowd, the herd of human kind; We wndom round us pours her heavenly ray, An old experience guides our steady way. Narious care, no furious lufts controul The free habitual vigour of the foul. Each part, each station gracefully we fill, And bend and shape our fortune to our will. The hero, down thro' ev'ry age renown'd,
By thee bas gain'd his honourable spoils, Aat mighty fame atchiev'd by mighty toils. The age, whilst learning ftudious he purfues, Bete tubborn fciences fubdues;
Aastasior ever his capacious mind. Nek the lower ranks thy aid in vain ;
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Where love our hours employs; No noify neighbour enters here,
Whiumph,pruit and glorious titles crown'd, No intermeddling stranger near,
To fpoil our heart-felt joys. Within our breaft this jewel lies; If folid happiness we prize,
Tetra's wide fields expatiates unconfind, The world has nothing to beftow;
And they are fools who roam:
From our own felves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home. Of reft was Noah's dove bereft, When with impatient wing he left That fafe retreat, the ark; her vain excurfion o'er,
difappointed bird once more Explor'd the facred bark.
mechanic and the lab'ring fwain: peace and fweet content to thefe it brings,
More precious prizes than the wealth of kings. Wen whelming round us death's fad terrors
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$109. The Fire-Side. Cotton. DEAR Chloe, while the bufy crowd,
The vain, the wealthy, and the proud, In Folly's maze advance; Tho' fingularity and pride Be call'd our choice, we 'll step afide, Nor join the giddy dance. From the gay world we 'll oft retire To our own family and fire,
A we'd life in virtuous Labour fpent; Tho' fools fpurn Hymen's gentle pow'rs,
Jief we have pais'd thro' every stage, A pad our debt of service to the age; fil we made our duty our delight, Ner hid our master's talent from our fight, As well, his all by our own heart approv'd,
We, who improve his golden hours, By fweet experience know, That marriage, rightly understood, Gives to the tender and the good A paradile below.
fm hence we pals, by God and man belov'd; Our babes fhall richest comforts bring; And leave a blefed memory behind, erful we pais, to Heaven's high will refign'd, If tutor'd right, they 'll prove a fpring
Whence pleasures ever rife: G
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