Iii.—3
Yet hence barbaric zealHis memory with unholy rage pursues;While from these arduous cares of public wealShe bids each bard begone, and rest him with his Muse.O fool! to think the man, whose ample mindMust grasp at all that yonder stars survey;Must join the noblest forms of every kind,The world's most perfect image to display,Can e'er his country's majesty behold,Unmoved or cold!O fool! to deemThat he, whose thought must visit every theme,Whose heart must every strong emotion knowInspired by Nature, or by Fortune taught;That he, if haply some presumptuous foe,With false ignoble science fraught,Shall spurn at Freedom's faithful band:That he their dear defence will shun,Or hide their glories from the sun,Or deal their vengeance with a woman's hand!
I care not that in Arno's plain,Or on the sportive banks of Seine,From public themes the Muse's choirContent with polish'd ease retire.Where priests the studious head command,Where tyrants bow the warlike handTo vile ambition's aim,Say, what can public themes afford,Save venal honours to a hateful lord,Reserved for angry heaven and scorn'd of honest fame?
But here, where Freedom's equal throneTo all her valiant sons is known;Where all are conscious of her cares,And each the power, that rules him, shares;Here let the bard, whose dastard tongueLeaves public arguments unsung,Bid public praise farewell:Let him to fitter climes remove,Far from the hero's and the patriot's love,And lull mysterious monks to slumber in their cell.
O Hastings, not to allCan ruling Heaven the same endowments lend:Yet still doth Nature to her offspring call,That to one general weal their different powers they bend,Unenvious. Thus alone, though strains divineInform the bosom of the Muse's son;Though with new honours the patrician's lineAdvance from age to age; yet thus aloneThey win the suffrage of impartial fame.
The poet's nameHe best shall prove,Whose lays the soul with noblest passions move.But thee, O progeny of heroes old,Thee to severer toils thy fate requires:The fate which form'd thee in a chosen mould,The grateful country of thy sires,Thee to sublimer paths demand;Sublimer than thy sires could trace,Or thy own Edward teach his race,Though Gaul's proud genius sank beneath his hand.
From rich domains, and subject farms,They led the rustic youth to arms;And kings their stern achievements fear'd,While private strife their banners rear'd.But loftier scenes to thee are shown,Where empire's wide establish'd throneNo private master fills:Where, long foretold, the People reigns;Where each a vassal's humble heart disdains;And judgeth what he sees; and, as he judgeth, wills.
Here be it thine to calm and guideThe swelling democratic tide;To watch the state's uncertain frame,And baffle Faction's partial aim:But chiefly, with determined zeal,To quell that servile band, who kneelTo Freedom's banish'd foes;That monster, which is daily foundExpert and bold thy country's peace to wound;Yet dreads to handle arms, nor manly counsel knows.
'Tis highest Heaven's command,That guilty aims should sordid paths pursue;That what ensnares the heart should maim the hand,And Virtue's worthless foes be false to glory too.But look on Freedom;--see, through every age,What labours, perils, griefs, hath she disdain'd!What arms, what regal pride, what priestly rage,Have her dread offspring conquer'd or sustain'd!For Albion well have conquer'd. Let the strainsOf happy swains,Which now resoundWhere Scarsdale's cliffs the swelling pastures bound,Bear witness;--there, oft let the farmer hailThe sacred orchard which embowers his gate,And show to strangers passing down the vale,Where Candish, Booth, and Osborne sate;When, bursting from their country's chain,Even in the midst of deadly harms,Of papal snares and lawless arms,They plann'd for Freedom this her noblest reign.
This reign, these laws, this public care,Which Nassau gave us all to share,Had ne'er adorn'd the English name,Could Fear have silenced Freedom's claim.But Fear in vain attempts to bindThose lofty efforts of the mindWhich social good inspires;Where men, for this, assault a throne,Each adds the common welfare to his own;And each unconquer'd heart the strength of all acquires.
Say, was it thus, when late we view'dOur fields in civil blood imbrued?When fortune crown'd the barbarous host,And half the astonish'd isle was lost?Did one of all that vaunting train,Who dare affront a peaceful reign,Durst one in arms appear?Durst one in counsels pledge his life?Stake his luxurious fortunes in the strife?Or lend his boasted name his vagrant friends to cheer?
Yet, Hastings, these are theyWho challenge to themselves thy country's love;The true; the constant: who alone can weigh,What glory should demand, or liberty approve!But let their works declare them. Thy free powers,The generous powers of thy prevailing mind,Not for the tasks of their confederate hours,Lewd brawls and lurking slander, were design'd.Be thou thy own approver. Honest praiseOft nobly swaysIngenuous youth;But, sought from cowards and the lying mouth,Praise is reproach. Eternal God aloneFor mortals fixeth that sublime award.He, from the faithful records of his throne,Bids the historian and the bardDispose of honour and of scorn;Discern the patriot from the slave;And write the good, the wise, the brave,For lessons to the multitude unborn.
Words in this poem 36
- barbaric a.
- Of, or from, barbarian nations; foreign; -- often with reference to barbarous nations of east. [L. barbaricus foreign, barbaric, Gr. .]
- unholy a.
- Not holy; unhallowed; not consecrated; hence, profane; wicked; impious.
- arduous a.
- Steep and lofty, in a literal sense; hard to climb. [L. arduus steep, high; akin to Ir. ard high, height.]
- yonder adv.
- At a distance, but within view. [OE. yonder, ýonder; cf. OD. ginder, Goth. jaindr there. Yond, adv.]
- unmoved a.
- Not moved; fixed; firm; unshaken; calm; apathetic.
- deem v. t.
- To decide; to judge; to sentence; to condemn. [OE. demen to judge, condemn, AS. d, fr. d doom; akin to OFries. d, OS. ad, D. doemen, OHG. tuommen, Icel. dæma, Sw. dömma, Dan. dömme, Goth. d. See Doom, n., an]
- haply adv.
- By hap, chance, luck, or accident; perhaps; it may be.
- fraught n.
- A freight; a cargo. [OE.fraight, fraght; akin to Dan. fragt, Sw. frakt, D. vracht, G. fracht, cf. OHG. fr merit, reward; perh. from corresponding to E. for + The root of E. own. Cf.]
- shall v. i.
- To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]
- spurn v. t.
- To drive back or away, as with the foot; to kick. [OE. spurnen to kick against, to stumble over, AS. spurnan to kick, offend; akin to spura spur, OS. & OHG. spurnan to kick, Icel. spyrna, L. spernere to despise,]
- defence n.
- The act of defending, or the state of being defended; protection, as from violence or danger. [F. défense, OF. defense, fem., defens, masc., fr. L. defensa (cf. Fence.]
- hateful a.
- Manifesting hate or hatred; malignant; malevolent.
- angry a.
- Troublesome; vexatious; rigorous. [See Anger.]
- valiant a.
- Vigorous in body; strong; powerful; as, a valiant fencer. [OE. valiant, F. vaillant, OF. vaillant, valant, originally p. pr. of OF. & F. valoir to be worth, L. valere to be strong. See Wield, and cf. Avail, Convalesce, ]
- dastard n.
- One who meanly shrinks from danger; an arrant coward; a poltroon. [Prob. from Icel. dæstr exhausted. breathless, p. p. of dæsa to groan, lose one's breath; cf. dasask to become exhausted, and E. daze.]
- fitter n.
- A little piece; a flitter; a flinder.
- lull v. t.
- To cause to rest by soothing influences; to compose; to calm; to soothe; to quiet. [Akin to OD. lullen to sing to sleep, G. lullen, Dan. lulle, Sw. lulla; all of imitative origin. Cf. Loll, Lollard.]
- hastings n.
- Early fruit or vegetables; especially, early pease. Mortimer. [From Haste, v.]
- mould n.
- Crumbling, soft, friable earth; esp., earth containing the remains or constituents of organic matter, and suited to the growth of plants; soil. [OE. molde, AS. molde; akin to D. mul, G. mull, mulm, OHG. molt, molta, Icel. mold, Dan. muld, Sw. mull, Goth. mulda, and E. meal flour. See Meal, and cf. Mole a]
- strife n.
- The act of striving; earnest endeavor. [OF. estrif. See Strive.]
- baffle v. i.
- To cause to undergo a disgraceful punishment, as a recreant knight. [Cf. Lowland Scotch bauchle to treat contemptuously, bauch tasteless, abashed, jaded, Icel. bagr uneasy, poor, or bagr, n., struggle, bægja to push, treat harshl]
- quell v. t.
- To take the life of; to kill. [OE. quellen to kill, AS. cwellan, causative of cwelan to die; akin to OHG. quellen to torment, Icel. kvelja. See Quail to cower.]
- kneel v. i.
- To bend the knee; to fall or rest on the knees; -- sometimes with down. [OE. knelen, cneolien; akin to D. knielen, Dan. knæle. See Knee.]
- sordid a.
- Filthy; foul; dirty. [L. sordidus, fr. sordere to be filthy or dirty; probably akin to E. swart: cf. F. sordide. See Swart, a.]
- albion n.
- An ancient name of England, still retained in poetry. [Prob. from the same root as Gael. alp a height or hill. "It may have been bestowed on the land lying behind the white cliffs visible from the coast of Gaul. Alb]
- vale n.
- A tract of low ground, or of land between hills; a valley. [OE. val, F. val, L. vallis; perhaps akin to Gr. Avalanche, Vail to lower, Valley.]
- sate v. t.
- To satisfy the desire or appetite of; to satiate; to glut; to surfeit. [Probably shortened fr. satiate: cf. L. satus full. See Satiate.]
- isle v. t.
- To cause to become an island, or like an island; to surround or encompass; to island.
- generous a.
- Of honorable birth or origin; highborn. [F. généreux, fr. L. generous of noble birth, noble, excellent, magnanimous, fr. genus birth, race: cf. It. generoso. See 2d Gender.]
- lewd a.
- Not clerical; laic; laical; hence, unlearned; simple. [OE.lewed, lewd, lay, ignorant, vile, AS. l laical, belonging to the laity.]
- approver n.
- A bailiff or steward; an agent. Jacobs. [See 2d Approve, v. t.]
- nobly adv.
- Of noble extraction; as, nobly born or descended.
- ingenuous a.
- Of honorable extraction; freeborn; noble; as, ingenuous blood of birth. [L. ingenuus inborn, innate, freeborn, noble, frank; pref. in- in + the root of gignere to beget. See Genius, and cf. Ingenious.]
- award v. t.
- To give by sentence or judicial determination; to assign or apportion, after careful regard to the nature of the case; to adjudge; as, the arbitrators awarded damages to the complainant. [OF. eswarder to look at, consider, decide, judge; es (L. ex) + warder, garder, to observe, take heed, keep, fr. OHG. wart to watch, guard. See Ward.]
- honour n.
- Esteem due or paid to worth; high estimation; respect; consideration; reverence; veneration; manifestation of respect or reverence. [OE. honor, honour, onour, onur, OF. honor, onor, honur, onur, honour, onour, F. honneur, fr. L. honor, honos.]
- unborn a.
- Not born; no yet brought into life; being still to appear; future.
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
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Form and metre
Iii.—3 is 140 lines in 11 stanzas. The commonest rhyme scheme is AABBCCDEED, in 3 of the 11 stanzas; the rest vary or could not be confirmed. This poem did not settle on a metre of its own; the book it comes from is in iambic pentameter. 97% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.8 syllables. 5 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 21% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.
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Rhyme words, stanza by stanza
The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.
- 1 ABABCDCDEEFFGHGHIJJI zealA · pursuesB · wealA · museB · mindC · surveyD · kindC · displayD · beholdE · coldE · deemF · themeF · knowG · taughtH · foeG · fraughtH · bandI · shunJ · sunJ · handI
- 2 --AABBCDDC plain · seine · choirA · retireA · commandB · handB · aimC · affordD · lordD · fameC
- 3 AABBCCDEED throneA · knownA · caresB · sharesB · tongueC · unsungC · farewellD · removeE · loveE · cellD
- 4 ABABC-C-- allA · lendB · callA · bendB · divineC · son · lineC · alone · fame
- 5 -AABCBCDEED name · proveA · moveA · oldB · requiresC · mouldB · siresC · demandD · traceE · raceE · handD
- 6 AABBCCDEED farmsA · armsA · fear'dB · rear'dB · shownC · throneC · fillsD · reignsE · disdainsE · willsD
- 7 AABBCCDEED guideA · tideA · frameB · aimB · zealC · kneelC · foesD · foundE · woundE · knowsD
- 8 ABABCDCDEEFFGHGHIJJI commandA · pursueB · handA · tooB · ageC · disdain'dD · rageC · sustain'dD · strainsE · swainsE · resoundF · boundF · hailG · gateH · valeG · sateH · chainI · harmsJ · armsJ · reignI
- 9 AABBCC-DD- careA · shareA · nameB · claimB · bindC · mindC · inspires · throneD · ownD · acquires
- 10 AA--BBCDDC view'dA · imbruedA · host · lost · trainB · reignB · appearC · lifeD · strifeD · cheerC
- 11 ABABCDCDEE--F-F-GHHG theyA · loveB · weighA · approveB · powersC · mindD · hoursC · design'dD · praiseE · swaysE · youth · mouth · aloneF · award · throneF · bard · scornG · slaveH · braveH · unbornG
Scansion, line by line
Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| Yet hence barbaric zeal | 6 | ··˘/˘· |
| His memory with unholy rage pursues; | 10 | ·/˘·˘/˘·˘/ |
| While from these arduous cares of public weal | 10 | ···/˘··/˘· |
| She bids each bard begone, and rest him with his Muse. | 12 | ····˘/······ |
| O fool! to think the man, whose ample mind | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| Must grasp at all that yonder stars survey; | 10 | ·····/˘·˘/ |
| Must join the noblest forms of every kind, | 10 | ···/˘··/˘· |
| The world's most perfect image to display, | 10 | ···/·/˘·˘/ |
| Can e'er his country's majesty behold, | 10 | ···/˘/˘˘˘/ |
| Unmoved or cold! | 4 | ˘/·· |
| O fool! to deem | 4 | ···· |
| That he, whose thought must visit every theme, | 10 | ·····/˘/˘· |
| Whose heart must every strong emotion know | 10 | ···/˘·˘/˘· |
| Inspired by Nature, or by Fortune taught; | 10 | ˘/·/˘··/˘· |
| That he, if haply some presumptuous foe, | 10 | ···/˘·˘/˘· |
| With false ignoble science fraught, | 8 | ··˘/˘/˘· |
| Shall spurn at Freedom's faithful band: | 8 | ···/˘/˘· |
| That he their dear defence will shun, | 8 | ····˘/·· |
| Or hide their glories from the sun, | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| Or deal their vengeance with a woman's hand! | 10 | ···/˘··/˘· |
| I care not that in Arno's plain, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Or on the sportive banks of Seine, | 9 | ···/˘··/˘ |
| From public themes the Muse's choir | 9 | ·/˘··/˘/˘ |
| Content with polish'd ease retire. | 8 | ˘/·/˘·˘/ |
| Where priests the studious head command, | 9 | ···/˘˘·˘/ |
| Where tyrants bow the warlike hand | 8 | ·/˘··/·· |
| To vile ambition's aim, | 6 | ··˘/˘· |
| Say, what can public themes afford, | 8 | ···/˘·˘/ |
| Save venal honours to a hateful lord, | 10 | ·/˘/˘··/˘· |
| Reserved for angry heaven and scorn'd of honest fame? | 12 | ˘/·/˘/···/˘· |
| But here, where Freedom's equal throne | 8 | ···/˘/˘· |
| To all her valiant sons is known; | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| Where all are conscious of her cares, | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| And each the power, that rules him, shares; | 9 | ···/˘···· |
| Here let the bard, whose dastard tongue | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Leaves public arguments unsung, | 8 | ·/˘/˘˘˘/ |
| Bid public praise farewell: | 6 | ·/˘··/ |
| Let him to fitter climes remove, | 8 | ···/˘·˘/ |
| Far from the hero's and the patriot's love, | 10 | ···/˘··/˘· |
| And lull mysterious monks to slumber in their cell. | 12 | ··˘/˘··/˘··· |
| O Hastings, not to all | 6 | ·/˘··· |
| Can ruling Heaven the same endowments lend: | 10 | ·/˘/··˘/˘· |
| Yet still doth Nature to her offspring call, | 10 | ···/˘··/·· |
| That to one general weal their different powers they bend, | 12 | ···/˘··/˘/·· |
| Unenvious. Thus alone, though strains divine | 10 | ····˘/··˘/ |
| Inform the bosom of the Muse's son; | 10 | ˘/·/˘··/˘· |
| Though with new honours the patrician's line | 10 | ···/˘·˘/˘· |
| Advance from age to age; yet thus alone | 10 | ˘/······˘/ |
| They win the suffrage of impartial fame. | 10 | ···/˘·˘/˘· |
| The poet's name | 4 | ·/˘· |
| He best shall prove, | 4 | ···· |
| Whose lays the soul with noblest passions move. | 10 | ·····/˘/˘· |
| But thee, O progeny of heroes old, | 10 | ···/˘˘·/˘· |
| Thee to severer toils thy fate requires: | 11 | ········˘/˘ |
| The fate which form'd thee in a chosen mould, | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| The grateful country of thy sires, | 8 | ·/˘/˘··· |
| Thee to sublimer paths demand; | 8 | ······˘/ |
| Sublimer than thy sires could trace, | 8 | ········ |
| Or thy own Edward teach his race, | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| Though Gaul's proud genius sank beneath his hand. | 10 | ···/˘····· |
| From rich domains, and subject farms, | 8 | ··˘/·/˘· |
| They led the rustic youth to arms; | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| And kings their stern achievements fear'd, | 8 | ····˘/˘· |
| While private strife their banners rear'd. | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| But loftier scenes to thee are shown, | 9 | ·/˘˘····· |
| Where empire's wide establish'd throne | 9 | ·/˘˘·˘/˘· |
| No private master fills: | 6 | ·/˘/˘· |
| Where, long foretold, the People reigns; | 8 | ··˘/·/˘· |
| Where each a vassal's humble heart disdains; | 10 | ···/˘/˘·˘/ |
| And judgeth what he sees; and, as he judgeth, wills. | 12 | ·/˘······/˘· |
| Here be it thine to calm and guide | 8 | ········ |
| The swelling democratic tide; | 8 | ·/˘·˘/˘· |
| To watch the state's uncertain frame, | 8 | ····˘/˘· |
| And baffle Faction's partial aim: | 8 | ·/˘/˘/˘· |
| But chiefly, with determined zeal, | 9 | ·/˘·˘/˘˘· |
| To quell that servile band, who kneel | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| To Freedom's banish'd foes; | 6 | ·/˘/˘· |
| That monster, which is daily found | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| Expert and bold thy country's peace to wound; | 10 | /˘···/˘··· |
| Yet dreads to handle arms, nor manly counsel knows. | 12 | ···/˘··/˘/˘· |
| 'Tis highest Heaven's command, | 7 | ·/˘/˘˘/ |
| That guilty aims should sordid paths pursue; | 10 | ·/˘··/˘·˘/ |
| That what ensnares the heart should maim the hand, | 10 | ··˘/······ |
| And Virtue's worthless foes be false to glory too. | 12 | ·/˘/˘····/˘· |
| But look on Freedom;--see, through every age, | 10 | ···/˘··/˘· |
| What labours, perils, griefs, hath she disdain'd! | 10 | ·/˘/˘···˘/ |
| What arms, what regal pride, what priestly rage, | 10 | ···/˘··/˘· |
| Have her dread offspring conquer'd or sustain'd! | 10 | ···/·/˘·˘/ |
| For Albion well have conquer'd. Let the strains | 10 | ·/˘··/˘··· |
| Of happy swains, | 4 | ·/˘· |
| Which now resound | 4 | ···/ |
| Where Scarsdale's cliffs the swelling pastures bound, | 10 | ·/···/˘/˘· |
| Bear witness;--there, oft let the farmer hail | 10 | ·/˘····/˘· |
| The sacred orchard which embowers his gate, | 11 | ·/˘/˘······ |
| And show to strangers passing down the vale, | 10 | ···/˘/˘··· |
| Where Candish, Booth, and Osborne sate; | 8 | ·····/·· |
| When, bursting from their country's chain, | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| Even in the midst of deadly harms, | 9 | /˘····/˘· |
| Of papal snares and lawless arms, | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| They plann'd for Freedom this her noblest reign. | 10 | ···/˘··/˘· |
| This reign, these laws, this public care, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Which Nassau gave us all to share, | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| Had ne'er adorn'd the English name, | 8 | ··˘/·/˘· |
| Could Fear have silenced Freedom's claim. | 9 | ···/˘˘/˘· |
| But Fear in vain attempts to bind | 8 | ····˘/·· |
| Those lofty efforts of the mind | 8 | ·/˘/˘··· |
| Which social good inspires; | 6 | ·/˘·˘/ |
| Where men, for this, assault a throne, | 8 | ····˘/·· |
| Each adds the common welfare to his own; | 10 | ···/˘/···· |
| And each unconquer'd heart the strength of all acquires. | 12 | ··········˘/ |
| Say, was it thus, when late we view'd | 8 | ········ |
| Our fields in civil blood imbrued? | 9 | /˘··/˘··˘ |
| When fortune crown'd the barbarous host, | 9 | ·/˘··/˘˘· |
| And half the astonish'd isle was lost? | 9 | ···˘/˘··· |
| Did one of all that vaunting train, | 8 | ········ |
| Who dare affront a peaceful reign, | 8 | ··˘/·/˘· |
| Durst one in arms appear? | 6 | ····˘/ |
| Durst one in counsels pledge his life? | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| Stake his luxurious fortunes in the strife? | 10 | ··˘/˘/˘··· |
| Or lend his boasted name his vagrant friends to cheer? | 12 | ···/˘··/˘··· |
| Yet, Hastings, these are they | 6 | ·/˘··· |
| Who challenge to themselves thy country's love; | 10 | ·/˘·˘/·/˘· |
| The true; the constant: who alone can weigh, | 10 | ···/˘·˘/·· |
| What glory should demand, or liberty approve! | 11 | ·/˘·˘/·/˘˘/ |
| But let their works declare them. Thy free powers, | 11 | ····˘/···/˘ |
| The generous powers of thy prevailing mind, | 10 | ·/˘/··˘/˘· |
| Not for the tasks of their confederate hours, | 10 | ······˘/˘/ |
| Lewd brawls and lurking slander, were design'd. | 10 | ···/˘/˘·˘/ |
| Be thou thy own approver. Honest praise | 10 | ····˘/˘/˘· |
| Oft nobly sways | 4 | ·/˘· |
| Ingenuous youth; | 5 | ˘/˘˘· |
| But, sought from cowards and the lying mouth, | 10 | ···/˘··/˘· |
| Praise is reproach. Eternal God alone | 10 | ··˘/˘/˘·˘/ |
| For mortals fixeth that sublime award. | 10 | ·/˘···˘/˘/ |
| He, from the faithful records of his throne, | 10 | ···/˘/˘··· |
| Bids the historian and the bard | 9 | ··˘/˘˘··· |
| Dispose of honour and of scorn; | 8 | ˘/·/˘··· |
| Discern the patriot from the slave; | 9 | ˘/·/˘˘··· |
| And write the good, the wise, the brave, | 8 | ········ |
| For lessons to the multitude unborn. | 10 | ·/˘··/˘·// |
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