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CANTO III.
As when, beneath the night's tempestuous cloud,
Embattled winds assail the leafy wood,
Tear on their sable way with awful sound,
And bring the groaning forest to the ground:
The trunks of elms, the shrub, the fir, the oak,
In one confusion sink beneath the shock:
So death's sad spoils the bloody field bestrowed;
The haughty chieftain, the ignoble crowd,
The coward, brave, partake the common wound,
Are friends in death, and mingle on the ground.
Embattled winds assail the leafy wood,
Tear on their sable way with awful sound,
And bring the groaning forest to the ground:
The trunks of elms, the shrub, the fir, the oak,
In one confusion sink beneath the shock:
So death's sad spoils the bloody field bestrowed;
The haughty chieftain, the ignoble crowd,
The coward, brave, partake the common wound,
Are friends in death, and mingle on the ground.
Dark night approachéd: the flaming lord of day
Had plunged his glowing circle in the sea;
On the blue sky the gath'ring clouds arise,
And tempests clap their wings along the skies;
The murm'ring voice of heaven, at distance, fails,
And eddying whirlwinds howl along the vales;
The sky inwrapt in awful darkness lowers,
And threatens to descend at once in showers.
Had plunged his glowing circle in the sea;
On the blue sky the gath'ring clouds arise,
And tempests clap their wings along the skies;
The murm'ring voice of heaven, at distance, fails,
And eddying whirlwinds howl along the vales;
The sky inwrapt in awful darkness lowers,
And threatens to descend at once in showers.
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The Caledonian chiefs, to shun the storm,
Beneath a leafy oak their council form.
An ancient trunk supports the weary king;
The nobles bend around the standing ring.
With swords unsheathed the awful forms appeared,
Their shining arms with Danish blood besmeared:
Their eyes shoot fire; their meins unsettled shew,
The battle frowns as yet upon their brow.
The monarch rose, and leaning on the oak,
Stretched out his hand, and to the nobles spoke:
“My lords! the Danes, for so just Heav'n decreed,
Even on that shore they thought to conquer, bleed.
In vain death wrapt our fathers in his gloom,
We raise them, in our actions, from the tomb.
Not infamous their aim, o'er lands afar
To spread destruction and the plague of war;
To meet the sons of battle as they roam,
Content to ward them from their native home;
To shew invaders that they dared to die,
For barren rocks, for fame, and liberty.
In you they live, fall'n Denmark's host may shew;
Accept my thanks; your country thanks you too.”
Beneath a leafy oak their council form.
An ancient trunk supports the weary king;
The nobles bend around the standing ring.
With swords unsheathed the awful forms appeared,
Their shining arms with Danish blood besmeared:
Their eyes shoot fire; their meins unsettled shew,
The battle frowns as yet upon their brow.
The monarch rose, and leaning on the oak,
Stretched out his hand, and to the nobles spoke:
“My lords! the Danes, for so just Heav'n decreed,
Even on that shore they thought to conquer, bleed.
In vain death wrapt our fathers in his gloom,
We raise them, in our actions, from the tomb.
Not infamous their aim, o'er lands afar
To spread destruction and the plague of war;
To meet the sons of battle as they roam,
Content to ward them from their native home;
To shew invaders that they dared to die,
For barren rocks, for fame, and liberty.
In you they live, fall'n Denmark's host may shew;
Accept my thanks; your country thanks you too.”
He added not; but turned his eyes around,
Till in the ring the valiant youth he found.
“Approach, brave youth!” the smiling monarch cried,
“Your country's soldier, and your country's pride.
Scotland shall thank thee for this gallant strife,
While grateful Indulph owes to thee his life.”
Till in the ring the valiant youth he found.
“Approach, brave youth!” the smiling monarch cried,
“Your country's soldier, and your country's pride.
Scotland shall thank thee for this gallant strife,
While grateful Indulph owes to thee his life.”
Thus he, advancing; and with ardour prest
The gallant warrior to his royal breast.
The unpresumptuous Alpin bends his eyes,
And, mixed with blushes, to the king replies:
The gallant warrior to his royal breast.
The unpresumptuous Alpin bends his eyes,
And, mixed with blushes, to the king replies:
“To save our king, our country's ancient throne,
Are debts incumbent on her every son;
O monarch! add it not to Alpin's praise,
That of this gen'ral debt his part he pays.”
Thus said the youth, and modestly retired,
While, as he moves, the king and chiefs admired:
Slow to his stand his easy steps he bears,
And hears his praises with unwilling ears.
Are debts incumbent on her every son;
O monarch! add it not to Alpin's praise,
That of this gen'ral debt his part he pays.”
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While, as he moves, the king and chiefs admired:
Slow to his stand his easy steps he bears,
And hears his praises with unwilling ears.
The king resumes: “O chiefs, O valiant peers!
Glad Caledonia dries her running tears:
The warrior raised his faulchion o'er her head
Now sleeps forgotten on an earthen bed.
Fierce Scandinavia's fatal storms are o'er,
Her thunderbolts lie harmless on the shore.
But as when, after night has beat a storm,
On the mild morn some spots the sky deform,
The broken clouds from every quarter sail,
Join their black troops, and all the heavens veil;
The winds arise, descends the sluicy rain,
The storm, with force redoubled, beats the plain:
So, when the youthful Haco shall afar
Collect the broken fragments of the war,
The hero, armed with Sueno's death, may come,
And claim an expiation on his tomb.
Deep in that wood the gallant warrior lies:
Who shall to-night his little camp surprise,
Surround the martial Dane with nightly care,
And give the final stroke to dying war:
Hence Norway's ships shall shun our fatal sea,
And point the crooked beak another way;
If chance they spy where oft their armies fell,
Shall turn the prow, and crowd away the sail.”
Glad Caledonia dries her running tears:
The warrior raised his faulchion o'er her head
Now sleeps forgotten on an earthen bed.
Fierce Scandinavia's fatal storms are o'er,
Her thunderbolts lie harmless on the shore.
But as when, after night has beat a storm,
On the mild morn some spots the sky deform,
The broken clouds from every quarter sail,
Join their black troops, and all the heavens veil;
The winds arise, descends the sluicy rain,
The storm, with force redoubled, beats the plain:
So, when the youthful Haco shall afar
Collect the broken fragments of the war,
The hero, armed with Sueno's death, may come,
And claim an expiation on his tomb.
Deep in that wood the gallant warrior lies:
Who shall to-night his little camp surprise,
Surround the martial Dane with nightly care,
And give the final stroke to dying war:
Hence Norway's ships shall shun our fatal sea,
And point the crooked beak another way;
If chance they spy where oft their armies fell,
Shall turn the prow, and crowd away the sail.”
He said no more: the gen'rous chiefs arise,
Bent on the glory of the enterprise.
Eager to climb through dang'rous paths to fame,
The nightly war they severally claim.
One chief observed where godlike Haco lay;
This knew the wood, and that the dusky way:
Another urged his more unwearied friends;
And every chieftain something recommends.
Bent on the glory of the enterprise.
Eager to climb through dang'rous paths to fame,
The nightly war they severally claim.
One chief observed where godlike Haco lay;
This knew the wood, and that the dusky way:
Another urged his more unwearied friends;
And every chieftain something recommends.
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Thus for the arduous task the chiefs contest,
While each would grasp the danger to his breast.
Th' attentive monarch heard their brave debates,
And with a secret joy his soul dilates.
While each would grasp the danger to his breast.
Th' attentive monarch heard their brave debates,
And with a secret joy his soul dilates.
Young Alpin burns to urge the war of night,
To mix again with Haco in the fight.
Eager he stood, and thus the chiefs addressed,
The warrior lab'ring in his manly breast:
“King! gallant chiefs! this enterprise I claim;
Here let me fix my unestablished fame.
Already you have beat her arduous path,
Reaped glorious harvests in the fields of death:
Repeated feats fixed fame within your power,
But I gleam once, then sink, and am no more.
Nor am I wholly ign'rant of the fight,
I've urged the gloomy battles of the night:
Æbudæ's chief once touched on Abria's strand,
And swept our mountains with his pilf'ring band;
All day they drove our cattle to the sea,
I went at midnight, and rescued the prey;
With a poor handful, and a faithful sword,
Dispersed the robbers and their haughty lord.
'Twas I commanded—these the gallant men!
May we not act that midnight o'er again?”
To mix again with Haco in the fight.
Eager he stood, and thus the chiefs addressed,
The warrior lab'ring in his manly breast:
“King! gallant chiefs! this enterprise I claim;
Here let me fix my unestablished fame.
Already you have beat her arduous path,
Reaped glorious harvests in the fields of death:
Repeated feats fixed fame within your power,
But I gleam once, then sink, and am no more.
Nor am I wholly ign'rant of the fight,
I've urged the gloomy battles of the night:
Æbudæ's chief once touched on Abria's strand,
And swept our mountains with his pilf'ring band;
All day they drove our cattle to the sea,
I went at midnight, and rescued the prey;
With a poor handful, and a faithful sword,
Dispersed the robbers and their haughty lord.
'Twas I commanded—these the gallant men!
May we not act that midnight o'er again?”
The hero spoke: a murm'ring voice ensued
Of loud applause: each hero's mind subdued,
The glorious danger to the youth resigns:
He tow'rs along, and marshals up his lines.
Some gallant youths, to share his fame, arise,
And mingle in the glorious enterprise.
Of loud applause: each hero's mind subdued,
The glorious danger to the youth resigns:
He tow'rs along, and marshals up his lines.
Some gallant youths, to share his fame, arise,
And mingle in the glorious enterprise.
The warrior-band move on in firm array;
He tow'rs before along the sounding sea.
Through their tall spears the singing tempest raves,
And falling headlong on the spumy waves,
Pursues the ridgy sea with awful roar,
And throws the liquid mountains on the shore.
In each short pause, before the billow breaks,
The clanking Caledonian armour speaks.
He tow'rs before along the sounding sea.
Through their tall spears the singing tempest raves,
And falling headlong on the spumy waves,
Pursues the ridgy sea with awful roar,
And throws the liquid mountains on the shore.
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The clanking Caledonian armour speaks.
Thus on some night when sable tempests roar,
The watchman wearying of his lonely hour,
Hears some rent branch to squeak 'twixt every blast,
But in each ruder gust the creak is lost.
The watchman wearying of his lonely hour,
Hears some rent branch to squeak 'twixt every blast,
But in each ruder gust the creak is lost.
The king and gallant chiefs, with wishful eyes,
Pursue the youthful warrior as he flies.
His praise through all the noble circle ran;
Approached the ghastly figure of a man:
His visage pale; his locks are bleached with years;
His tott'ring steps he onward scarcely bears:
His limbs are laced with blood, a hideous sight!
And his wet garments shed the tears of night.
With slow approach he lifts his fading eyes,
And raised the squeaking treble of his voice.
“O king! I feel the leaden hand of death,
To the dark tomb I tread the gen'ral path:
Hear me, O king! for this I left the field,
For this to thee my dying form revealed:
Norway in vain had interposed her flood,
I come, alas! to pay the debt of blood.
Possessed of crimes, which the good king pursued,
In fell conspiracy, unblest! I vowed
With fierce Dovalus; that I live to tell!
By us, by us, the great king Malcolm fell!
Touched with remorse, behind my shield I laid
His smiling child, and wrapt him in my plaid.
Now to the sea we urge our rapid flight,
Beneath the guilty mantle of the night.
Still in my arms I little Duffus bear;
Behind the voice of men and arms we hear.
My comrades fly.—I lay the infant down,
And with my guilty life from vengeance run.
They found him, sav'd him; for I knew the voice:
It was”—He said, and closed at once his eyes;
Slowly inclined, and tumbling headlong down,
His guilty life breathed in a feeble groan.
Pursue the youthful warrior as he flies.
His praise through all the noble circle ran;
Approached the ghastly figure of a man:
His visage pale; his locks are bleached with years;
His tott'ring steps he onward scarcely bears:
His limbs are laced with blood, a hideous sight!
And his wet garments shed the tears of night.
With slow approach he lifts his fading eyes,
And raised the squeaking treble of his voice.
“O king! I feel the leaden hand of death,
To the dark tomb I tread the gen'ral path:
Hear me, O king! for this I left the field,
For this to thee my dying form revealed:
Norway in vain had interposed her flood,
I come, alas! to pay the debt of blood.
Possessed of crimes, which the good king pursued,
In fell conspiracy, unblest! I vowed
With fierce Dovalus; that I live to tell!
By us, by us, the great king Malcolm fell!
Touched with remorse, behind my shield I laid
His smiling child, and wrapt him in my plaid.
Now to the sea we urge our rapid flight,
Beneath the guilty mantle of the night.
Still in my arms I little Duffus bear;
Behind the voice of men and arms we hear.
My comrades fly.—I lay the infant down,
And with my guilty life from vengeance run.
They found him, sav'd him; for I knew the voice:
It was”—He said, and closed at once his eyes;
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His guilty life breathed in a feeble groan.
The mournful monarch stood in dumb surprise;
The fate of Malcolm filled afresh his eyes.
He folds his arms, and bends his silent look,
Then, starting from the gloom of sorrow, spoke:
“You see, my lords, though Denmark's hostile state
Long saved the traitors from the hand of fate;
Yet, heaven, who rules with equal sway beneath,
Snatched from her arms a victim due to death;
Dovalus shall not sink among the dead,
But with that vengeance hangs o'er treason's head.
Still, Malcolm, still, thou gen'rous, and thou best!
Thy fate hangs heavy on a brother's breast;
You left a young, you left a helpless son,
But lost to me, to Scotland, and his throne.
Perhaps, oppressed with hunger and with cold,
He tends some peasant's cattle to the fold;
Or fights a common soldier on the field,
And bows beneath the sceptre he should wield.”
The fate of Malcolm filled afresh his eyes.
He folds his arms, and bends his silent look,
Then, starting from the gloom of sorrow, spoke:
“You see, my lords, though Denmark's hostile state
Long saved the traitors from the hand of fate;
Yet, heaven, who rules with equal sway beneath,
Snatched from her arms a victim due to death;
Dovalus shall not sink among the dead,
But with that vengeance hangs o'er treason's head.
Still, Malcolm, still, thou gen'rous, and thou best!
Thy fate hangs heavy on a brother's breast;
You left a young, you left a helpless son,
But lost to me, to Scotland, and his throne.
Perhaps, oppressed with hunger and with cold,
He tends some peasant's cattle to the fold;
Or fights a common soldier on the field,
And bows beneath the sceptre he should wield.”
No more he said: the noble circle sighed;
They droop the silent head, nor aught replied.
They droop the silent head, nor aught replied.
Now died apace the occidental light;
The subject world receives the flood of night.
The king from every side his troops recalls;
They fall around and rear their manly walls.
He issues to return the great command,
They move along, and leave the fatal strand.
The city gained, each soldier's weary breast
Forgets the day, and sooths his toil with rest.
The subject world receives the flood of night.
The king from every side his troops recalls;
They fall around and rear their manly walls.
He issues to return the great command,
They move along, and leave the fatal strand.
The city gained, each soldier's weary breast
Forgets the day, and sooths his toil with rest.
The king receives, with hospitable care,
The gallant chiefs, and drowns in wine the war.
Within the royal hall the nobles sat;
The royal hall in simple nature great.
No pigmy art, with little mimicry,
Distracts the sense, or pains the weary eye:
Shields, spears, and helms, in beauteous order shone,
Along the walls of uncemented stone.
Here all the noble warriors crown the bowl,
And with the gen'rous nectar warm the soul;
With social talk steal lazy time away,
Recounting all the dangers of the day:
They turn to Alpin, and the gloomy fight,
And toast the gallant warrior of the night.
The gallant chiefs, and drowns in wine the war.
Within the royal hall the nobles sat;
The royal hall in simple nature great.
No pigmy art, with little mimicry,
Distracts the sense, or pains the weary eye:
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Along the walls of uncemented stone.
Here all the noble warriors crown the bowl,
And with the gen'rous nectar warm the soul;
With social talk steal lazy time away,
Recounting all the dangers of the day:
They turn to Alpin, and the gloomy fight,
And toast the gallant warrior of the night.
Meantime young Alpin 'girts the fatal wood,
And longs to mix again with Danish blood.
Already Haco had, with martial care,
With walls of oak embraced an ample square:
Himself beneath a tree the storm defends,
And keeps in arms around his watchful friends.
And longs to mix again with Danish blood.
Already Haco had, with martial care,
With walls of oak embraced an ample square:
Himself beneath a tree the storm defends,
And keeps in arms around his watchful friends.
The fair Aurelia by the hero's side,
An awful warrior, and a blooming bride,
Who placed in martial deeds her virgin care,
Wields in her snowy hand the ashen spear.
A silver mail hung round her slender waist,
The corslet rises on her heaving breast.
On her white arm the brazen buckler shows,
The shining helm embraced her marble brows;
Her twining ringlets flowing down behind,
Sung grateful music to the nightly wind.
An awful warrior, and a blooming bride,
Who placed in martial deeds her virgin care,
Wields in her snowy hand the ashen spear.
A silver mail hung round her slender waist,
The corslet rises on her heaving breast.
On her white arm the brazen buckler shows,
The shining helm embraced her marble brows;
Her twining ringlets flowing down behind,
Sung grateful music to the nightly wind.
Fate was unkind: just as the lovers wed,
Nor yet had tasted of the nuptial bed;
Great Sueno's trumpet called the youth to war,
He sighed, embraced, and left the weeping fair.
With love emboldened, up the virgin rose,
From her soft breast the native woman throws;
And with the gallant warrior clothes the wife,
Following her Haco to the bloody strife.
Nor yet had tasted of the nuptial bed;
Great Sueno's trumpet called the youth to war,
He sighed, embraced, and left the weeping fair.
With love emboldened, up the virgin rose,
From her soft breast the native woman throws;
And with the gallant warrior clothes the wife,
Following her Haco to the bloody strife.
She sought her love through war's destructive path,
And often turned from him the hand of death.
The chief, attentive, all the youth surveyed,
And in the warrior found the lovely maid.
She leans inclining on her martial spear,
And only for the youth employs her fear.
And often turned from him the hand of death.
The chief, attentive, all the youth surveyed,
And in the warrior found the lovely maid.
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And only for the youth employs her fear.
The valiant Scot assails the oaken wall:
The bulwark groans, the brave defenders fall.
With sounding steel the firm barrier he plied,
And poured his warriors in on every side.
The godlike Haco, rushing through the night,
Now here, now there, opposed th' invaders' might;
To every corner gave divided aid,
Still, still supported by the martial maid.
The bulwark groans, the brave defenders fall.
With sounding steel the firm barrier he plied,
And poured his warriors in on every side.
The godlike Haco, rushing through the night,
Now here, now there, opposed th' invaders' might;
To every corner gave divided aid,
Still, still supported by the martial maid.
Thus when the ocean, swelling o'er the strand,
Invades with billowy troops the subject land,
The sed'lous swains the earthen weight oppose,
And fill the fissures where the tempest flows;
So valiant Haco flew to every side,
And stemmed with pointed steel the manly tide;
With great effort preserved the narrow field,
And 'twixt the fair and danger kept the shield.
She, only she, employs the hero's care;
Haco forgot, he only thinks on her.
He longs to sink with glory to the dead,
But can he leave in grief the captive maid?
Her dying image hags his fancy's eyes,
What should he do, if fair Aurelia dies?
Love, mighty love, arrested all his pow'r;
He wished for flight, who never fled before.
Invades with billowy troops the subject land,
The sed'lous swains the earthen weight oppose,
And fill the fissures where the tempest flows;
So valiant Haco flew to every side,
And stemmed with pointed steel the manly tide;
With great effort preserved the narrow field,
And 'twixt the fair and danger kept the shield.
She, only she, employs the hero's care;
Haco forgot, he only thinks on her.
He longs to sink with glory to the dead,
But can he leave in grief the captive maid?
Her dying image hags his fancy's eyes,
What should he do, if fair Aurelia dies?
Love, mighty love, arrested all his pow'r;
He wished for flight, who never fled before.
But as the lioness, to save her young,
Despises death, and meets the hunter-throng;
So, starting from the sable maze of care,
He faces death, and shields the lovely fair.
The martial maid, with equal love possessed,
Would dart 'twixt danger and her Haco's breast,
Oppose her buckler to the lifted spear,
And turn from him the iron hand of war.
Despises death, and meets the hunter-throng;
So, starting from the sable maze of care,
He faces death, and shields the lovely fair.
The martial maid, with equal love possessed,
Would dart 'twixt danger and her Haco's breast,
Oppose her buckler to the lifted spear,
And turn from him the iron hand of war.
Now godlike Alpin hewed his bloody path
Through Danish ranks, and marked his steps with death.
Th' inclosed square with desp'rate hand he shears,
And reaps a bloody field of men and spears.
Groans, crashing steel, and clangour of the fight,
Increase the stormy chorus of the night.
Through Danish ranks, and marked his steps with death.
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And reaps a bloody field of men and spears.
Groans, crashing steel, and clangour of the fight,
Increase the stormy chorus of the night.
The Danes, diminished, meet the unequal war,
Where two fall'n oaks confine an inner square;
Join their broad shields, the close-wedged column rear,
And on the Scottish battle turn the spear.
On every side the Caledonians close,
Hemming the desp'rate phalanx of the foes,
To give the final stroke to battle crowd,
While Haco thus bespoke the Danes aloud:
“Ye sons of North, unfortunate, though brave!
Here fate has marked out our common grave,
Has doomed our bodies to enrich these plains:
Then die revenged—like warriors and like Danes!”
Where two fall'n oaks confine an inner square;
Join their broad shields, the close-wedged column rear,
And on the Scottish battle turn the spear.
On every side the Caledonians close,
Hemming the desp'rate phalanx of the foes,
To give the final stroke to battle crowd,
While Haco thus bespoke the Danes aloud:
“Ye sons of North, unfortunate, though brave!
Here fate has marked out our common grave,
Has doomed our bodies to enrich these plains:
Then die revenged—like warriors and like Danes!”
He spoke, and turning to the martial maid,
Embraced her softly, and thus sighing said:
“Shall then my spouse, my love, my only joy,
Shall fair Aurelia with her Haco die?
Thy death afflicts me.—I in vain complain;
I'll save Aurelia, or expire—a Dane!”
He said, and, gath'ring up his spacious shield,
Prepared to meet the battle in the field.
Embraced her softly, and thus sighing said:
“Shall then my spouse, my love, my only joy,
Shall fair Aurelia with her Haco die?
Thy death afflicts me.—I in vain complain;
I'll save Aurelia, or expire—a Dane!”
He said, and, gath'ring up his spacious shield,
Prepared to meet the battle in the field.
Young Alpin heard. It touched his feeling breast,
He stopped the war, and thus the Dane addressed:
“Our Caledonia, now relieved of fear,
Feels pity rising in the place of care,
Disdains to tyrannise o'er vanquished foes,
And for her steel on them her pity throws.
I now dismiss brave Haco from the field,
And own the gen'rous present of the shield.”
He stopped the war, and thus the Dane addressed:
“Our Caledonia, now relieved of fear,
Feels pity rising in the place of care,
Disdains to tyrannise o'er vanquished foes,
And for her steel on them her pity throws.
I now dismiss brave Haco from the field,
And own the gen'rous present of the shield.”
He said: his thanks returns the royal Dane,
Himself escorts them to the sounding main.
Himself escorts them to the sounding main.
A ship escaped the flame, within a bay,
Where bending rocks exclude the rougher sea,
Secure from stormy winds in safety rides,
And slowly nods on the recoiling tides:
Thither they bend, and launching to the sea,
Plow with the crooked beak the wat'ry way;
Their sable journey to the North explore,
And leave their sleeping friends upon the shore.
Where bending rocks exclude the rougher sea,
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And slowly nods on the recoiling tides:
Thither they bend, and launching to the sea,
Plow with the crooked beak the wat'ry way;
Their sable journey to the North explore,
And leave their sleeping friends upon the shore.
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