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The god for ever great, for ever king,

Old poets mention, fabling. Things of moment, Who slew the earth-bom race, and measures right Well nigh equivalent and neighbouring valuc, To Heaven's great habitan's? Dictæan hear'st thon By lot are parted: but high Heaven, thy share, More joyful, or Lycæan, long dispute

In equal balance laid 'gainst sea or Hell, And various thought has trac’d. On Ida's mount, Flings up the adverse scale, and shuns proportion Or Dicte, studivus of his country's praise,

Wherefore not chance, but power above the breThe Cretan boasts thy natal place : but oft

thren, He meets reproof deserv'd: for he, presumptuous, Exalted thee their king. When thy great will Has built a tomb for thee, who never know'st Commands thy chariot forth, impetuous strengta To die, but liv'st the same to day and erer. And fiery swiftness wing the rapid wheels, Arcadian therefore be thy birth : Great Rhea, Incessant; high the eagle flies before thee. Pregnant to high Parrhasia's cliffs retir'd,

And oh! as I and mine consult thy augur, Anu wil Lyca us, black with shading pines : Grant the glad omen : let thy favourite rise Huly retreat! sithence no female hither,

Propitious, ever soaring from the right. Conscious of social love and Nature's rites,

Thou to the lesser gods hast well assign'd Dlust dare approach, from the inferior reptile Their proper shares of power: thy own, great Jove, To woman, forin divine. There the blest parent Boundless and universal. Those who lalour Ungirt her spacious bosom, and discharg'd The sweaty forge, who edge the crooked scythe, The pondrous birth; she sought a neighbouring Bend stubbon steel, and hardên gleening armour, spring

Acknowledge Vulcan's aid. The early hunter To wash the recent babe; in vain: Arcadia, Blesses Diana's hand, who leads bin safe (However streamy) now adust and dry,

O'er hanging cliffs, who spreads his net successful, Deny'd the goddess water; where deep Melas And guides the arrow through the panther's heart. And rocky Cratis flow, the chariot smok’d, The soldier, from successful camps returning Obscure with rising dust: the thirsty traveller With laurel wreath'd, and rich with hostile spoili Jo vain requir'd the current, then imprison's Severs the bull to Mars. The skilful bar:), In subterraneous caverns : forests grew

Striking the Thracian harp, invokes Apollo, l'pon the barren hollows high o'ershading

To make his hero and himself immortal. T'he haunts of savage beasts, where now laon Those, mighty Jove, mean time, thy glorious care, And Frimanth incline their friendly urns.

Who model nations, publish laws, announce “ Thou too, O Earth,” great Rhea said, “ bring | Or life or death, and found or change the empire. forth;

Man owns the power of kings; and kings of Jove. And short shall be thy pangs.” She said ; and high And, as their actions tend subordinate She rear'd her arm, and with her sceptre struck To what thy will designs, thou giv'st the means The yawning clift: from its disparted height Proportiond to the work; thot seest impartial Adown the mount the gashing torrent ran, How they those means employ. Fach monarch And cheer'd the vallies: there the heavenly another His different realm, accountable to thee, Bath'd, mighty king, thy tender limbs: she wrapt Great ruler of the world : these only have them

To speak and be obey'd ; to those are given In purple bands : she gave the precious plexige Assistant days to ripiu the design; To prudent Neda, charging her to guard thee, To soine whole months, revolving years to some; Careful and secret; Neda, of the nymphs

Others, ill-fatod, are condemu'd to toil That tended the great birth, next Philyre Their tedious life, and mourn their purpose blasted And Styx, the eldest. Smiling, she receivid thee, With fruitless act, and impotence of council. And, conscious of the grace, absolvid her trust : Hail! greatest son of Saturn, wise disposer Not unrewarded; since the river bore

Of every good : thy praise what man yet born The favourite virgin's name; fair Neda rolls Hlas sung? or who that may be born shall sing? By Leprion's ancient walls, a fruitful stream. Again, and often hail! indulge our prayet, Fast by her flowery bank the sons of Arcas,

Great father! grant us virtue, grant us wralth:
Favourites of Heaven, with happy care protect For, without virtue, wealth no inan arails rrot;
Their fleecy charge; and joyous drink her wave. And virtue without wealth exerts less power,
Thee, god, to Crossus Neda brought; the And less diffuses good. Then grant us, gracious,
nymphs

Virtue and wealtb; for both are of thy gift!
And Corybantes thee, their sacred charge,
Receiv'd: Adraste rock'd thy golden cradle :
The goat, now bright amidst her fellow-stars,
Kind Annalthea, reach'd her teat distent
With milk, thy early food: the sedulous bec

THE SECOND HYMN OF CALLIMACAUS. Distill'd her honey on thy purple lips.

TO APOLLO. Around, the fierce Curetes (order solemn To thy fore knowing mother!) trod tumultuous HA! how the laurel, great Apollo's tree, Their mystic dance, and clang'd their sounding And all the cavern shakes! far off, far ofi, Industrious with the warlike din to quell (arms, The man that is unhallow'd : for the god, Thy infant cries, and mock the ear of Saturn : The god approaches. Hark! he knocks; the gates Swift growth and wondrous grace, o heavenly Feel the glad impulse; and the sever'd bars Waited thy blooming years: inventive wit, (Jore, Submissive clink against their brazen portals. And perfect judgment, crown'd thy youthful art. Why do the Delian palms incline their boughs, That Saturn's sons receiv'd the three-fold empire Self-movid? and hovering swans, their throats to Of Heaven, of ocean, and dcep Hell beneath,

leas'd As the dark urn and chance of lot determin'd, From native silence, carol sounds harmonious?.

Begin, young men, the hymn: iet all your , Where gates should open, or where walls should harps

compass : Break their inglorious silence; and the dance, While from thy childish pastime man receiv'd In mystic numbers trod, explain the music. The future strength and ornament of nations. But first, by ardent prayer, and clear lustration, Battus, our great progenitor, now touch'd Purge the contagious spots of human weakness : The Libyan strand: when the foreboding crow Impure no mortal can behold Apollo.

Flew on the right before the people, marking So may ye flourish, favour'd by the god,

The country, destin'd the auspicious seat In youth with happy nuptials; and in age

Of future kings, and favour of the god, With silver hair, and fair descent of children ! Whosc oath is sure, and promise stands eternal. So lay foundations for aspiring cities,

Or Boëdromian hear'st thou pleas'd, or Clarian And bless your spreading colonies' increase ! Phæbus, great king? for different are thy names, Pay sacred reverence to Apollo's song;

As thy kind hand has founded many cities, lest wrathful the far-shooting god emit

Or dealt benign thy various gifts to man. His fatal arrows. Silent Nature stands;

Carnean let me call thce; for my country And seas subside, obedient to the sound

Calls thee Carnean: the fair colony Of lö, lö Pean! nor dares Thetis,

Thrice by thy gracions guidance was transported, Longer bewail her lov'd Achilles' death ;

Ere settled in Cyrene; there w' appointed For Phoebus was his foe. Nor must sad Niobe Thy annual feasts, kind god, and bless thy altan In fruitless sorrow persevere, or weep.

Smoking with hecatombs of slaughter'd bulls, Ev'n through the Phrygian narble. Hapless As Carnus, thy high priest and favour'd friend, mother!

(spring Had erst ordain'd ; and with mysterious rites, Whose fondness could compare her mortal off-Our great forefathers taught their sons tu worship To those which fair Latona bore to Jove.

lö Carncan Phoebus! lö Pean! lö! again repeat ye, lö Pean!

The yellow crocus there and fair narcissus Against the deity 'tis hard to strive.

Reserve the honours of their winter-store, Hle, that resists the power of Ptolerny,

To deck thy temple; till returning spring Resists the power of Heaven; for power from Diffuses Nature's various pride; and flowers Heaven

Innumerable, by the soft south-west Derives, and monarchs rule by gods appointed. Open'd, and gather'd by religious hands,

Recite Apollo's praise, till night draws on, Rebound their sweets from th' odoriferous pave The ditty still unfinish'd ; and the day

ment. Unequal to the godhead's attributes

Perpetual fires shine hallow'd on thy altars, Various, and matter copious of your songs. When annual the Carnean feast is held;

Sublime at Jove's right-hand Apollo sits, The warlike Libyans, clad in armour, lead And thence distributes honour, gracious king, The dance; with clanging swords and shields they And theme of verse perpetual. From his robe The dreadful measure : in the chorus join [beat Flows light ineffable: bis harp, his quiver, Their women, brown but beautiful : such rites And Lictian bow, are gold : with golden sandals To thee well-pleasing. Nor had yet thy votaries, His feet are shod ;, how rich! how beautiful! From Greece transplanted, touch'd Cyrene's banks, Beneath his steps the yellow mineral rises, And lands determin'd for their last abodes; And Earth reveals her treasures. Youth and beauty But wander'd through Azilis' horrid forest Eternal deck his cheeks: from his fair head Dispers'd; when from Myrtusa's craggy brow, Perfumes distill their sweets; and cheerful Health, Fond of the maid, auspicious to the city, His duteous handmaid, through the air improv'd,

Which must hereafter bear her favour'd name, With lavish hand diffuses scents ambrosial. Thou gracious deign'st to let the fair-onc view

The spearman's arm by thee, great god, directed, Her typic people; thou with pleasure taught'st her Sends forth a certain wound. The laureld bard, To draw the bow, to slay the shagsy lion, Inspir'd by thee, composes verse immortal. And stop the spreading ruin of the plains. Taught by thy art divine, the sage physician Happy the nymph, who, honour'd by thy passion, Eludes the ura; and chains or exiles Death. Was aided by thy power! The monstrous Python

Thee, Nounian, we adore; for that, from Heaven Durst tempt thy wrath in vain : for dead be follo Descending, thou on fair Amphrysus' banks To thy great strength and golden arıns unequal Didst guard Admetus' herds. ' Sithence the cow lö! while thy unerring hand clanc'd Procluc'd an ampler store of milk; the she-goat, Apother, and another dart; the people Not without pain, dragg'd her distended udder; Joyfully repeated lö! lö Pean! And ewes, that erst brought forth but single lambs, Elance the dart, Apollo: for the safety Now dropp'd their two-fold burthens. Blest the And health of man, gracious thy mother bore thee On which Apollo cast his favouring eye! (cattle, Envy, thy latest foc, suggested thus : But, Phæbus, thou to man beneficent,

“ Like thee I am a power immortal; therefore Delight'st in building cities. Bright Diana, To thee dare speak. How canst thou favour partial Kind sister to thy infant deity,

Those poets who write little? Vast and great New-wean'd, and just arising from the cradle, Is what I love: the far-extended ocean Brought hunted wild-gonts' heads, and branching To a small rivulet I prefer.” Apollo Of stays, the fruit and honour of her toil. (antlers Spurn'd Envy with his foot; and thus the god : These with discerning hand thou knew'st to range “ Demon, the head-long current of Euplırates, (Young as thou wast) and in the well-fram d Assyrian river, copious runs, but muddy, With emblematic skill, and mystic order, (moilets, And carries forward with his stupid force Thou show'st where towers or battlements should Polluting dirt ; his torrent still augmenting, rise,

llis ware still more dctild: mean while the nympho

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Melissan, sacred and recluse to Ceres,

Yet we are able only to survey
Studious to have their offerings well receiv'd, Dawning of beams, and promises of day.
And fit for heavenly use, froin little urns

Heaven's fuller efluence mocks our dazzled sight; Pour streams select, and purity of waters." Tuo great its swiftness, and too strong its light lö! Apollo, mighty king, let Enty

But soon the medlate clouds shall be dispellid; Ill-judging and verbose, from Lethe's lake The Sun shall soon be face to face beheld, Draw tuns unmeasurable; while thy favour In all his robes, with all his glory on, Administers to my ambitious thirst

Seated sublime on his meridian throne.
The wholesome draught from Aganippe's spring Then constant Faith and boly Hope shall die,
Genuine, and with soft murmurs gently rilling One lost in certainty, and one in joy :
Adown the mountains where thy daughters haunt. Whilst thou, more happy power, fair Charity,

Triumphant sister, greatest of the three,
Thy office and thy nature still the same,

Lasting thy lamp, and unconsum'd thy flame,

Shalt still survive
CHARITY.

Shalt stand before the host of Heaven confest,

For ever blessing, and for ever blest. A PARAPHRASE ON THE THIRTEENTH CHAPTER OF THE

FIRST EPISTLE TO THE CORINTHIANS.
Did sweeter sounds adorn my flowing tongue,

CUPID IN AMBUSH.
Than ever man pronounc'd, or angels sung ;
Had I all knowledge, human and divine,

It oft to many has successful been,
That thought can reach, or science can define;

Upon his arm to let his mistress lean, And had 1 power to give that knowledge birth,

Or with her airy fan to cool her heat, In all the speeches of the babbling Earth ; Or gently squeeze ber knees, or press her feet. Did Shadrach's zeal my glowing breast inspire,

All public sports, to favour young desire, To weary tortures, and rejoice in fire;

With opportunities like this conspire. Or had I faith like that which Israel saw

Ev'n where his skill the gladiator shows, When Moses gave them miracles and law :

With human bloud where the Arena Bows; Yet, gracious Charity ! indulgent guest,

There oftentimes love's quiver-bearing boy Were not thy power exerted in my breast,

Prepares his bow and arrows to destroy: Those speeches would send up unheeded prayer ;

While the spectator gazes on the sight, That scorn of life would be but wild despair ;

And sees them wound each other with delight; A tymbal's sound were better than my voice;

While he his pretty mistress entertains, My faith were form, my eloquence were noise.

And wagers with her who the conquest gains ; Charity, decent, modest, easy, kind,

Slily the god takes aim, and hits his heart,
Softens the high, and rears the abject mind,

And in the wounds he sees he bears his part.
Knows with just reins and gentle hand to guide
Betwixt vile shame and arbitrary pride.
Not soon provok'd, she easily forgives;
And much she suffers, as she much believes.

ENGRAVED ON A COLUMN IN THE
Soft peace she brings where-ever she arrives;

CHURCH OF HALSTEAD IN ESSEX; She builds our quiet, as she forms our lives ; Lays the rough paths of peevish Nature even, THE SPIRE OF WHICH, BURNT DOWN BY LIGHTNING, WAI And opens in each heart a little Heaven.

REBUILT AT THE EXPENCE OF MR. SAMUEL FISKE, Each other gift, which God on man bestows,

1717. Its proper bound and due restriction knows; To one fixt purpose dedicates its power,

View not this spire by measure given
And, finishing its act, exists no more.

To buildings rais'd by common hands :
Thus, in obedience to what Heaven decrees, That fabric rises high as Heaven,
Knowledge shall fail, and prophecy shall cease ; Whose basis on devotion stands.
But lasting Charity's more ample sway,

While yet we draw this vital breath,
Nor bound by time, nor subject to decay,

We can our faith and hope declare ; In happy triumph shall for ever live,

But charity beyond our death And endless good diffuse, and endless praise receive. Will ever in our works appear.

As, through the artist's intervening glass, Best be he call'd among good men, Our eye observes the distant planets pass,

Who to his God this column rais'd:
A little we discover, but allow

Though lightning strike the dome again,
That more remains unseen, than art can show : The man, who built it, shall be prais'd:
So, whilst our mind its knowledge would improve, Yet spires and towers in dust shall lie,
(Its feeble eye intent on things above)

The weak efforts of human pains;
High as we may, we lift our reason up,

And Faith and Hope themselves shall die, By Faith directed, and confirm'd by. Hope: While deathless Charity remains.

And, as through these canals they roll,
ALMA:

Bring up a sainple of the whole;

Like footmen running before coaches,
OR,

To tell the inn what lord approaches.
THE PROGRESS OF THE MIND.

“ By nerves about our palate plac'd,

She likewise judges of the taste.
IN THREE CANTOS,

Else (dismal thought!) our warlike men
Πάντα γίλους, και πάντα κόνης, και πάντα το μηδέν.

Might drink thick port for fine champagne ; Πάντα γάρ εξ αλόγων στι τα γιγνόμενα. .

And our ill julging wives and daughters

Mistake sinall.beer for citron-waters.
Incert. ap. Stobæum.

“ Hence, too, that she might better hear,

She sets a drum at either rar:
CANTO 1.

Anl, loud or gentle, harsh or sweet,
Matthew' met Richard', when or where Are but th' alarums which they beat.
From story is not mighty clear:

“ Last, to enjoy her sense of feeling, Of inauy knotty points they spoke,

(A thing she much delights to deal in) And pro and con by turns they took.

A thousand little nerves she sends Rats half the manuscript have eat:

Quite to our toes and fingers' ends; Dirc hunger! which we still regret.

And these, in gratitude, again 0! may they ne'er again digest

Return their spirits to the brain; The horrours of so sad a feast !

In which their figure being printed, Yet less our grief, if what rernains,

(As just before, I think, I hinted) Thar Jacob', by thy care and pains

Alma, inform’d, can try the case, Shall be to future times couvey'l.

As she had been upon the place. It thus begins :

Thus, while the judge gives different journies .. Here Matthew said,

To country council and attornies, “ Alma in rerse, in prose the Mind,

He on the bench in quiet sits, By Aristotle's pen definid,

Deciding, as they bring the writs. 'Throughout the borly, squat or tall,

The pope thus prays and sleeps at Rome, Js, bona file, all in all.

Ind very seldom stirs from home: And yet, slap-dash, is all again

Yet, sending forth his holy spies, in every sinew, nerve, and vein:

and having heard what they advise, Runs here and there, like Harnlet's ghost;

Ile rules the church's blest dominions, While every where she rules the roast.

And sets men's faith by his opinions. “ This system, Richard, we are told,

“The scholars of the Stagyrite, The men of Oxford firmly hold.

Who for the old opinion fight, The Cambridge wits, you know, deny

Would make their modern friends configs With ipse dirit to comply.

The difference but from more to less. They say, (for in good truth they speak

The Mind, say they, while you sustaia With small respect of that old Greek)

To hold her station in the brain ; That, putting all his words together,

You grant, at least, she is extended : Tis three blue beans in one blue bladder.

Frgo the whole dispute is ended. “ Alma, they strenuously maintain,

for, till to morrow should you plead, Sits cock-horse on her throne, the brain;

Froin form and structure to the head, And froin that seat of thought dispenser

The Mind as visibly is seen Hier sovereign pleasure to the senses.

Extended through the whole machine. Tro optic nerves, they say, she ties,

Why should all honour then be ta'ea Like spectacles, across the eyes ;

Froin lower parts to load the brain, By which the spirits bring her word,

When other limbs, we plainly see, Whenc'er the balls are fix'd or stirr’d,

Fach in his way, as brisk as he? How quick at park and play they strike;

For music, grant the head receive it, The duke they court; the coast they like; It is the artist's hand that gave it ; And at St. James's turn their grace

And, though the skull may wear the lauret, From former friends, now out of place.

The soldier's arın sustains the quarrel.
“ Without these aids, to be more serious, Besides, the nostrils, ears, and eyes.
Her power, they hold, had been precarious : Are not his parts, but his allies;
The eyes might have conspir'd her ruin,

Ev'n what you hear the tongue proclaim
And she not known what they were doing.

Comes ab origine from them. Foolish it had been, and unkind,

What could the head perform alone, That they should sce, and she be blind.

If all their friendly aids were gone? “ Wise Nature likewise, they suppose,

A foolish figure he must make; Has drawn two condnits down our nose:

Do nothing else but sleep and ake. Could Alma else with judgment tell

Nor matters it, that you can show When cabbage stinks, or roses smell?

How to the head the spirits go; Or who would ask for her opinion

Those spirits started fryin some goal, Between an oyster and an onion?

Before they through the veins could roll. For from most borlies, Dick, you know,

Now, we should hold them much to blame, Some little bits ask leave to flow;

If they went back, beforc they came.

“ If, therefore, as we must suppose, * Himself. a Mr. Shelton · Tomson. They caine from fingers, and from toes;

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Or teeth, or fingers, in this case,

In arms and science 'tis the same, Of Num-scull's self should take the place:

Our rival's hurts create our fame. Disputing fair, you grant thus much,

At Faubert's, if disputes arise That all sensation is but touch.

Among the champions for the prize, Dip but your toes into cold water,

To prove who gave the fairer butt, Their correspondent teeth will chatter :

John shows the chalk on Robert's coat And, strike the bottom of your feet,

So, for the honour of your book, You set your head into a heat.

It tells where other folks mistuuk: The bully beat, and happy lover,

And, as their notions you confound, Confess that feeling lies all over.

l'hose you invent get farther ground. Note here, Lucretius dares to teach

" The commentators on old Ari(As all our youth may learu from Creech)

stotle ('tis urg'd) in judgincnt vary: That eyes were made, but could not view,

They to their own conccits bare brought Nor hands embrace, nor feet pursue :

The image of his general thought; But heedless Nature diri produce

Just as the melancholic (ye The members first, and then the use.

Sees fleets and armics in the sky; What each must act was yet unknown,

And to the poor apprentire car Till all is niov'd by Chance alone.

The bells sound, Whittington, lord mayor.' “ A man first builds a country-seat,

The conjuror thus explains his scheme; Then finds the walls not your to eat.

Thus spirits walk, and prophets dream; Another plants, and wondering sees

North Britons thus have second-sight; Nibouks nor muudals on his trees.

and Germans, free from gun-shot, light. Yet poet and philosopher

“ l'hcoloret and Origen, Was he, who durst such whins aver.

And fifty other learned men, Blest, for his sake, be human reason,

Attest, that, if their comments find That came at all, though late in scuson.

The traces of their master's mind, But no man, sure, e'er left his house,

Alina, can ne'er decay nor die: And saddled Ball, with thoughts so wild,

This flatly tother sect dcny; To bring a midwife to his spouse,

Simplicius, Theophrast, Durand, Before he knew she was with child.

Great names, but hard in verse to stand. And no man ever reapt lis corn,

They wonder men should have mistook Or from the oven drew his bread,

'Tbc tenets of their master's book, Fre hinds and bakers yet were born,

And hold, that Alma yields her breath, That taught them both to sow and knead. O’ercome by age, and seiz'd by death. Before they're ask'd, can maids refuse?

Now which were wise ? and which were fools? Can"_“ Pray,” says Dick,“ hold in your Muse. Poor Alma sits between two stools : While you Pindaric truths rehearse,

The inore she reads, the more perplext; She hobbles in alternate verse."

The comment ruining the text: " Verse," Mat replid; “is that my carc?"- Now fears, now hopes, her doubtful fate : “ Go on," quoth Richarı, " soft and fair."

But, Richard, let her look to that" This looks, friend Dick, as Nature had

Whilst we our own atlairs pursue. But exercis'd the salesman's trade;

“ These different systems, old or new, As if she haply had sat down,

A man with half an eye may see, And cut out clothes for all the town;

Were only forı'd to disagree. Then sent them out to Monmouth-street,

Now, to bring things to fair conclusion, To try what persons they would fit.

And save much Christian ink's cllusion, But every fire and licens'd taylor

Let me propose an healing scheme, Would in this theis find a failure.

And sail along the middle struain ; Should whims like these his head perplex,

For, Dick, if we could reconcile How could he work for either sex?

Old Aristotle with Gassendus, His clothes, as atoms inight prevail,

How many would admire our toil! Might fit a pismire, or a whale.

And yet how few would comprehend us ! No, no: he views with studious pleasure

Here, Richard, let my scheme commence; Your shape, before he takes your measure.

Oh! may my words be lost in sense! For real kate he made the wddice,

While pleas'd Thalia deigns to write And not for an ideal goddo ss.

The slips and bounds of Alma's fight. Nu errour near his shop-board lurk'd:

My simple system shall suppose He knew the folks for whom he work'd;

That Alma enters at the toes; Still to their size he aim'd his skill:

That then she mounts by just degrees Else, pr’ythee, who would pay his bill?

l'p to the ancles, legs, and knees; “ Next, Dick, if Chance herself should vary, Next, as the sap of life does rise, Observe, how matters would uniscarry:

She lends her vigour to the thighs; Across your eyes, friend, place your shoes ; And all these under-regions past, Your spectacles upon your toes :

She nestles somewhere ncar the waist; Then you and Memmius shall agree

Gires pain or pleasure, grief or laughter, How nicely ine'n would walk, or sce.

As we shall show at large hereafter. “ But it isdorn, peevish and cross-grain'd, Mature, if not improv'd by time, Must be oppos'd, to be sustain'd;

lp to the heart she loves to climb; And still your knowledge will increase,

From thence, compellid by craft and age, As you wake uther people's less.

She makes the head her latest stage.

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