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Her fainting spirits to supply,
Catch all the zephyrs as they fly.

On the Marriage of the Prince of Orange, and Oh! succour nature in the strife,

Princess Royal of England
And gently hold her up in life ;
Nor let her hence too soon remove,

Wien Nafsau ey'd his native coasts no more,

And first discern'd fair Albion's whitening shore; To join your sacred choirs above :

In that blest moment, while the friendly gales But live, Britannia to adorn

Wait on his course, and stretch the swelling fails, With kings and princes yet unborn, Ye angels, come without delay;

The deeps divide ; and, as the waves unclose, Britannia's genius, come away.

The genius of the Britith ocean rose.

Loose to the wind his mantle flow'd, Assuage her pains, and Albion's fears, For Albion's life depends on her's.

And in his eyes unusual pleasure glow'd. Oh then! to save her from despair,

Awhile he paus’d, to mark on Nassau's face Lean down, and listen to her prayer.

The well-known features of the godlike race; Crown all her tortures with delight,

Whose swords were sacred to the generous cause And call th' auspicious babe to light.

Of truth, religion, liberty, and laws: We hope from your propitious care,

Then spoke; the winds a Itill attention keep,

And awful silence hush'd the murmuring deep: All that is brave, or all that's fair. A youth, to match his fire in arms;

“ Proceed, great prince, to our lovd coaft reOr nyamph, to match her mother's charms;


Where Anna shines the fairest of the fair: A youth, who over kings thall reign, Or nymph, whom kings shall court in vain.

For thy distinguish'd bed the fates ordain From far the royal flaves shall come,

The royal maid, whom kings mighe court in vain; And wait from him or her their doom ;

The royal maid, in whom the graces joind To each their different suits (ball move,

Her mother's awful charms, and more than lemak

And pay their homage, or their love.
Ye angels, come without delay;

The merits of thy race, the vast arrear
Britannia's genius, come away.

That Britain owes, Mall all be paid in her ; When the soft powers of Neep subdue

In her be paid the debt for laws restorid, Those eyes, that shine as bright as you;

For England sav'd by William's righteous (worde With scenes of bliss, transporting themes !

Immortal William !--At thy sacred name Prompt and inspire her golden dreams :

My heart beats quick, and owns its ancient Alime. Let visionary blessings rise,

Still must I call to mind the glorious day, (wap, And swim before her closing eyes.

When through these floods the hero plough'd his The sense of torture to subdue,

To free Britannia from the tyrant's chain, Set Britain's happiness to view;

And bid the prostrate nations rise again. That fight her spirits will sustain,

Well-pleas'd I saw his fluttering streamers fly,

And the full fails that hid the distant sky.
And give her pleasure from her pain.
Ye angels, come without delay;

High on the gilded itern, majestic rode
Britannia's genius, come away.

The world's great pacriot, like a guardian God.

This trident aw'd the tumults of the sea, Come, and rejoice ; th' important hour

And bade the winds the hero's nod obey :
Is past, and all our fears are o'er;

Fond of the task, with this officious hand
See ! every trace of anguish flies,
While in her lap the infant lies,

I push'd the sacred yeffel to the land;
Her pain by sudden joy beguilid,

The land of liberty, by Rome ensav'd; She hangs in rapture o'er the child,

He came, he saw, he vanquish’d, and he lavd. Her eyes o'er every feature run,

O may that hero, and thy Anna's lire The father's beauties and her own.

To noblett deeds thy generous bosom fire, There, pleas'd her image to survey,

And with their bright transmissive vircues grace She melts in tenderness away;

The great descendants of thy princely race! Smiles o'er the babe, nor tiniles in vain,

Still may they all their great example draw The babe returns th' aufpicious smile again.

From lier Augustus, and thy own Nassau !
Ye angels, come without delay;

May the fair line each happy realm adorn,
Britannia's genius, come away.

Bless future states, and nations yet unborn!" Turn heaven's eternal volume o'cr, And look for this diftinguish'd hour;

On the Marriage of Frederic Prince of Wales, and Consult the page of Britain's state,

Princess Augufta of Saxe-Gotba f. Before you close the books of fate :

Wuen pious frauds and holy pride no more Then tell us what you there have seen,

Could hold that empire which so long they bore; What æra's from this birth begin. What years from this bleft hour must run,

* Originally printed in the Epithalamia Oxsaist. As bright and lasting as the sun.

Jia, Oxonii, 1734,” in the name of Mr. Spence; but Far from the ken of mortal light,

now reclaimed a; Pitt's on the autbority of Bifcop These secrets are involv'd in night :

Lowtb. The bleiings which this birth pursue,

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From fair Germania's states the truth began What benefits to man! what lights divine!
To gleam, and shed her heavenly light on man; What heroes, and what saints adorn the line!
To Frederic † first, the Saxon prince, 'twas given, And oh! to crown the scene, my joyful eyes
To nurse and cherish this beft gift of heaven. Behold from far a princely virgin rise !
Its growth, whilst young and tender, was his- This, this is she, the smiling faces ordain

To bring the bright primeval times again!
To guard its blossoms from th' inclement air, The fair Augusta!--Grac'd with blooming charms;
And dying, “ May'st thou flourish !" was his Referv'd to bless a British prince's arms.

Behold, behold the long-expected day!
Again, when fair religion now had spread Fly swift, ye hours, ye minutes, haste away;
Her influence round, and rais'd her captiv'd head; To wed the fair, O favour'd of the skies,
When Charles and Rome their impious forces Rise in thy time, thou destin'd hero, rise !

For through this scene of opening fate, I see To quench its light, and re-enlave mankind; A greater Frederic shall arise in thee: Another Frederic first appear'd in arms, Then let thy fears from this blest moment cease, To guard th' endanger'd blessiog from alarms. Henceforth shall pure religion reign in peace. Ye heavens! what virtues with what courage Thy royal race shall Albion's sceptre sway, join'd!

And son to fon th' imperial power convey : But join'd in vain !-See, vanquish'd, and confin's | All shall support, like thee, the noble cause In the deep gloom, the pious hero lies,

Of truth, religion, liberty, and laws." And lifts to heaven his ever-streaming eyes.

This said, the venerable shade retir'd: There, spent with sorrows, as he sunk to rest The wondering hero, at the vision fir'd, (The public cause ftill labouring in his breast), With generous rapture glows; forgets his pains Behold, in slumber, to his view display'd,

Smiles at his woes, and triumphs in his chains.
Rose the first Frederic's venerable fhade!
His temples circled with a heavenly flame; THE FIRST HYMN OF CALLIMACHUS TO
The same bis flowing robe, his look the same.

“ And art thou comc? (the captive warrior

While trembling we approach Jove's awful shrine,
What realms so long detained thee from our eyes? With pure libations, and with rites divine;
After such wars, such deaths and honours paft, What theme more proper can we choose to sing,
Is our great guardian chief return’d at last? Then Jove himself, the great, eternal king!
Say, from your heaven, so long desir'd in vain, Whose word gives law to those of heavenly birth;
Defcends our hero to our aid again?

Whose hand subdues the rebel fons of earth. Now when proud Rome, her standard wide un

Since doubts and dark disputes thy titles move, furl'd,

Hear's thou, Didæan and Lycaan Jove ? Pours like a deluge o'er the trembling world; For here thy birth the tops of Ida claim, Fierce, her disputed empire to restore,

And there Arcadia triumphs in thy name. And scourge mankind for ten dark ages more? But Crete in vain would boast a grace so high, Like me, religion wears the tyrant's chain; Whose faithless fons through mere complexion lic: Prostrate like me, the bleeds at every vein : Immortal as thou art in endless bloom, Oh! must we never, never rise again ?".

To prove their claim, they build the thunderer's “ Dismiss thy fears, (the reverend fhade replies)

Be firm, be constant, and absolve the skies. Be then Arcadian, for the towering height
Dark are the ways of heaven : let man attend : Of steep Parrhasia welcom'd thee to light;
Soon will the regular confusion end.

When pregnant Rhæa, wandering through the Soon shall thy eyes a brighter scene survey

wood, (Lo, the fleet hours already wing their way :) Sought out her darkest shades, and bore the God; When, to thy native soil in peace restor'd, The place thus hallow'd by the birth of Jove, Once more shall Gotha see her lawful Lord. More than religious horror guards the grove : True to religion, each fuccellive son

The gloom all tecming females still decline, Shall aid the cause their generous fires begun. From the vile worm, to woman, form divine, Even now I look through fate. O glorious sight! Soon as the mother had discharg'd her load, I see thy offspring as they rise to light.

She sought a spring to bathe the recent god;

But sought in vain : no living stream the found, morum Principum Frederici Principis Walliæ Though Gnce, the waters drench the realms 2. et Auguftæ Principissæ de Saxo-Gotha. Oxo

round. " nii, 1736;” and now restored to Pitt, on the fame Clear Erymanthus had not learn'd to glide, unquestionable autbority as the preceding poem.

Nor mightier Ladon drove his swelling tide, Frederic, Elector of Saxony, the chief Protector of | At thy great birth, where now läon flows, Lutber and the Protestant religion, died in the year Tall towering oaks, and pathless forests rose. 1520.

The thirsty savages were heard to roar, # Fobn Frederis, nepbew to the former, taken prisoner Where Cario softly murmurs to the shore; by Charles V. and despoiled of bis electorate by him in Where spreading Melas widely floats the coast, 1847

The flying chariot rais'd a cloud of duft.

With drowth o'er Cratis and Menope curft, Of these the wandering merchants claim the curt!
The fainting (wain, to aggravate his thirst, Of those the poets, and the fons of war :
Heard from within the bubbling waters flow, Kings claim from thee their titles and their reiga
In close restraint, and murmur from below. O’er all degrees, the foldier and the swain.

Thou too, O earth, (enjoin'd the power divine) | Vukan presides o'er all who bear the mass, Bring forth ; thy pargs are less severe than mine, Bend the tough feel, and shape the tortur'd bras, And sooner past; she spoke, and as she spoke Diana those adore who fpread the toils; Rear'd high her scepter'd arm, and pierc'd the To Mars the warrior dedicates his spoils

. rock.

The bard to Phæbus strikes the living ftringe, Wide to the blow the parting mountain rent, Jove's royal province is the care of kings; The waters gulh'd cumultuous at the vent, For kings fubmiflive hear thy high decree, Impatient to be freed; amid the flood

And hold their delegated powers from thee. She plung'd the recent babe, and bath'd the gnd. Thy name the judge and legislator awes, She wrapp'd thee, mighty king, in purple bands, When this enacts, and that directs the laws: Then gave the sacred charge to Neda's hands, Ciries and realms thy great protection prove; The babe to nourish in the close retreat,

These bend to monarchs, as they tend to Jove. And in the safe recess, of distant Crete.

Though to thy scepare'd fons chy will extends In years and wisdom, of the nymphs who nurst The proper means proportion'd to their ends; The infant chunderer, Neda was the first;

All are not favour'd in the fame degrec, Next Styx and Phylire ; the virgin shar'd For power supreme belongs to Ptolemy: For her great trust Jischarg'd a great reward : What no inferior limitary king For by her honour'd name the fiood the calls, Could in a length of years to ripeness bring, Which rolls into the sea by Leprion's walls; Sudden his word performs; his boundless power To drink her streams the sons of Arcas crowd, Completes the work of ages in an hour : And draw for ever from the ancient flood. While others labour through a wretched reign,

Thee, sove, the careful nymph to Cnofsus bore, Their schemes are blasted, and their counsels vaid, (To Cnosus seated on the Cretan More)

Hail Saturn's mighty fon, to whom we owe With joyful arms the Corybantes heav'd,

Life, health, and every blessing here below! And the proud nymphs the gloriouscharge receiv'd. who fall in worthy Itrains thy name adorn? Above the rest in grace Adraste ftood,

What living bard? what poet yet unborn ? She rock'd the golden cradle of the god;

Hail and all hail again; in equal shares On his ambrosiai lips the goat distillid

Give wealth and virtue, and indulge our prayers Her milky store, and fed th' immortal child : Hear us, great king, unless they meet combin'd, With her the duteous bee presents her spoils, Fach is but half a blessing to mankind. And for the god repeats her flowery toils. Then crant us both, that blended they may prove

The fierce Curetes too in arms advance, A doubled happiness, and worthy Jove. And tread tumultuously their myftic dance : And, left thy cries should reach old Saturn's ear, THE SECOND HYMN OF CALLIMACHUS Beat on their brazen shields the din of war.

10 APOLLO. Full foon, Almighty King, thy early prime Advanc'd beyond the bounds of vulgar time.

Ha! how Apollo's hallow'd laurels ware? Ere the soft down had cloth'd thy youthful face, How thakes the temple from its inmoft cave! Swift was thy growth in wit and every grace. Fly, ye profane ; for lo! in heavenly Itare Fraught was thy mind in life's beginning stage, The power descends, and thunders at the gato With all the wisdom of experienc'd age :

See, how the Delian palms with reverence nod! Thy elder brothers hence their claims resign, Hark! how the tuneful fwans confess the god! And leave th' unbounded heavens by merit thine; Leap from your hinges, burst your brazen bars, For sure those poets fable, who advance

Ye sacred doors; the god, the god appears. The bold affertion, that capricious chance

Ye youth, begin the fong; in choirs advance : By equal lots to Saturn’: fons had given

Wake all your lyres, and form the measus's The triple reigo of ocean, hell and heaven.

dance. Above blind chance the vast division lies,

No impious wretch his holy eyes have view'd, And hell holds no proportion to the skies.

None but the just, the innocent, and good. Things of a lcss, and equal value, turn

To fce the power confeft your minds prepare, On the blind lot of an inverted urn.

Refin'd from guilt, and purify'd by prayer. Not chance, O Jove, atrain'd heaven's high abodes, So may you mount in youth the auptial bed, But the own power advanc'd thee o'er the gods, So grace with tilver hairs your aged head; Thy power that whirls thy rapid chariot on, So the proud walls with lofty turrets crow!, Thy power, the great afieisor of thy throne. And lay foundations fer the riûng towa. Difmist by thee, th' imperial eagle Aics [fkies : Apollo's long with awful Glence hear; Charged with thy signs and thunders through the Ev'n the wild leas the sacred fong revere : To me and mine glad omens may she bring,

Nor wretched Thetis dares to make her moan, And to the left extend her golden wing.

For grcat Apollo flew her darling fon. Thou to inferior gods halt well assign'd When the loud lö-Pæans sing around, The various ranks and orders of mankind : Shc checks her fighs, and trembles at the founde

Fix'd in her grief mult Niolie appear,

(For to the porter are various names allign'a Nor throðgh the Phrygian marble drop a terr; From cities rais'd, and bleflings to mankind.) Still, though a rock, lhe dreads Apollo's bow, In thy Carnean litle 1 sejoice, And stands her own sad monument of woe. And join my grateful cinntry's public voice.

Sound the loud lö's, and the temple rend, Ere to Cyrene's realms our curse we bore, With the blest gods 'tis impious to contend. Thrice were we led by thee from hore to fhore; in his audacious rage would brave the skies Till our progenitor the region gaio 1, 4e, who the power of Ptolemy defics,

And annual sites and annual feasts ordain d. From whence the mighty blessing was bestow'd), When at thy, prophet Carnus' will, we rais'o' Or challenge Phæbus, and relift the god.

A glorious temple; and the altars blaz'd Beyond ihe night your hallow'd strains prolong, With hecatombs of bulls, whose retking blool, Till the day rises on the unfinith'd long.

Great king, they shed to thee their gvardian god. Nor less his various attributes require,

lö! Carnean Phobus! awful power! jo fall he honour, and reward the choir; Whom fair Cyrene's suppliant fons adore! or honour is his gift, and high above

To deck thy hallow d temple, fec! we bring te shines, and graces the right hand of Jove : The choicest flowers, and rifle all the iprins : With beamy gold his robes divinely glow, The most distinguish'd odours nature yields, lis harp, his quiver, and his Lictian bow; When balmy zephyr breaches along the fields; lis feec how fair and glorious to behold!

Soon as the sad inverted year retreats, ihod in rich fandals of refulgent gold !

To thee the crocus dedicates his tweets. Wealth Mill attends him, and vast gifts bestow'd. From thy bright altars hallow'd fames aspire;) Adorn the Delphic teniple of the god.

They fine incessant from the sacred iire. Seernal charms his youthful cheeks diffufe ; What joy, what transport, swells Apollo's breast, is cresses droppi:g with ambrosial dews,

When at his great Carnean annual teaft, Pale death before him flies, with dire disease, Clad in their arms our Libyan cribes advance, Ind health and life are wafted in the breeze. Mix'd with our Twarthy dames, and lead the To thee, great Phæbus, various arts belong,

dance. Po wing the dart, and guide che poet's song: Nor yet the Grecks had reach'd Cyrene's inoda; Ch' enlighten'd prophet feels thy fames divine, But rov'd through wild Azilis' gloomy woods; Ind all the dark events of lots are thine.

Whom to his nynıpkı Apollo deign'd to fhow, By Phæbus taught, the fage prolongs our breath, High as he food on tall Myrtula's brow; ind in its flight suspends the dart of death. Where the fierce lion by her hands was Dairl,

To thy great name, O Nomian power, we cry, Who in his faral rage laid waste the plain. ?re since the time when, stooping from the sky, Still to Cyrene are his gists convey'd, Co tend Admetus' herds thy rodhead chose, In dear remembrance of the ravith'd maid; In the fair banks where clear Amphrysus flows : Nor were her fons ungrateful, who bestow'd Bleft are the herds, and bleft the flocks, that lie Their choicest honours on their guardian god. jeneath the influence of Apollo's eye.

lo! with holy raprures fing around; The meads re-echo'd to the bleating lambs, We owe to Delphos the triuniphant found. Ind the kids leap'd, and frisk'd around their dams; When thy victorious hands vouchlaf'd to show ler weight of milk each ewe dragg’d'on with The wonders of thy fhafts and golden bow; pain,

When Python from his den was icon tu rifi, Ind dropp'J a double offspring on the plain. Dire, fierce, tremendous of enormous size; On great Apollo for his aid we call,

By thee with many a fatal arrow flain, Po build th' town and raise th' embaitled wall: The monster funk extended on the plain ; le, while an infant, fram'd the wondrous plan,

Shaft after shaft in Twift succession fcw; n fair Ortsgia, for the use of man.

As swift the people's fhouts and prayers pư“fuc. Vhen young Diana urgʻd her sylvan toils, lö, Apollo, launch thy flying dart; rom Cynthus' cops she brought her savage spoils; Send it, oh! send it to the monster's heart. The heads of mountain-goats, and antlers lay When thy fair mother bore thee, the design'd pread wide around, the trophies of the day : Her mighty fon, a bleffing to mankind. of there a structure he compos'd with an in

Envy, that other plague and fiend, drew avar, Fierder rang'd, and just in every part;

And gently whisper'd in Apollo's ear : and by that model taught us to dispose

No poce I rogard but him whose lays The rising cicy, and with walls enciofe ;

Are swelling, loud, and houndleis as the seas; Where the foundations of the pile thould lie, Apoilo spurn'd the fury, and reply'd, Ir towers and battlements should reach the sky. The valt Euphrates rulis a mighty ride; Apollo feat th'auspicious crow beforc,

With ruinbling torrents the rough river roars ; hen our great founder touch'd the l.ybian Shore: But black with mud, discolour'd from his thores, 11.1 on the right he flew to call him un,

Prone down Allyria's lands his course he keps, nd guide the people to their deftin'd town; And with polluted waters ftains the deeps. Vhich to a race uf kings Apollo vow'd,

But the Melillan nymphs ro Ceres bring id fiz'd for ever stands the promise of the ged. The pureit product of the limpid spring; Or hear'lt thou, while thy hovoura we prosluisi, Small is the facted Aream, but never itain'd "hy Buëdromian, or thy Clasian game?

With mud, or found ablutions from the lani. VOL. VIII.

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, glorious king! beneath thy saatchless power But all harmoniously confes'd we fet, May malice link, and envy be no more!

Wbile all the sweet varieties agree.

Thus when the organ's foleto airs aspire,

The blended music wings our thoughts with br:,

Here warbling notes in whispering tretzes úg
On bis Excellent Painting, the Rate of Helen, at ibe But in their birth the tender accests die;
Sat, of General Erle in Dorseistire.

While thence the bolder noces exaltig come,
Written in the Year 1718.

Swell as they lly, and boood a'ong the dute

With transport fir'd, each lot in each we tot, Could I with thee, O Thornhill, bear a part, And all the foul is center'd in the ear. And join the poet's with the painter's art,

Sce first the senate of the gods above, (1 hough both fare mutually each common name, Frequent and full amid the courts of Jore: Their thoughts, their genius and design the same!) Behold the radiant confiitory fine, The muse, with features neither weak nor saint, With features, airs, and lineaments divine. Should draw her filer-art in 1peaking paint. Hermes dispatch'd from the bright council Sies, But while admiring thine and nature's Arise, And cleaves with all his wings the liquid ikia. I see each touch just starting into life,

In many a whirl and rapid circle driven From side to side with various raptures tost, So (wiri, he seems at once in earth and heater Amid the visionary scenes I'm loft.

Oh! with what energy! what noble force Methinks as thrown upon some fairy land, Of Itrongest colours you describe his course? Aniaz'd we know rot how, nor where we stand; Till the iwift god che Phrygian hepherd found While tripping phantoms to the fight advance, Compos'd for fleep, and stretch'd along the ground And gay ideas lead the wazy dance :

He brings the bicoming gold, the fatal prize,
While wondering we behold in every part The bright reward of Cytherea's eyes.
The beauteous scenes of thy creating art.

The conscious carth the awful signal takes,
By such degrees thy colours rise and fall, Without a wind the quisering foreft fhakes;
And breathing fuíh the aninated wall;

Tall Ida bows; th' unwieldy mountains nod; That the bright objects which our eyes survey, And all confess the presence of the god. Ravith the mind, and steal the soul away;

Like shooting meteors, gliding from above ? Our footstep by some secret power are croft, See the proud consort of the thundering Jove, And in the painter all the bard is loft.

War's glorious goedels, and the queen of love; ) Thus in a magic ring we ftand confind Arm'd in their naked charms, the Phrygian boy While subtle spells the fatal circle bind;

Regards those charms with mingled fear and jer. In vain we strive and labour to depart,

Here Juno stands with an imperial mien,
Fix'd by the charms of that mylterious art; At once copfest a goddess and a queen.
In vain the paths and avenues we trace,

Her cheeks a scorsful indignation warms,
While Spirits guard and fortify the place.

Blots out her smiles, as conscious of her charmi. How could my ftretch'd imagination (well, But Venus shines in milder beauties there, And on each regular proportion dwell!

And every grace adorns the blooming fair. While thy twist art unravels nature's inaze, While, conscious of her charins, the seems to rise, And imitates her works, and treads her ways, Claims, and already grasps in hope the prize; Nature with wonder sces herself out-done,

Beauteous, as when immortal Phidias Atrove And claims the fair creation for her own;

From Parian rocks to carve the queen of love : 'Thy figures in such lively strokes excel,

Each grace obey'd the summons of his art, They give those passions which they seem to feel. And a new beauty sprung from every part. Each various feature some strong impulse bears, In all the terrors of her beauty bright, Wraps us in joy, or melts us all to tears.

Fair Pallas awes and charms the Trojan's fight, Each piece with such transcendent art is wrought, And gives succeflive reverence and delight. That we could almost say thy pictures thought; Nor thrones, por vi&ories, his soul can move; When we behold thee conquer in the strite, Crowns, arms, and triumphs, what are you to lore? And strike the kindling figures into life,

Too foon refign'd to Venus, they behold Which does from thy creating pencil pass, The glittering ball of vegetable gold. Warm the duil matter, and inspire the inafs; While Jove's proud confort thrown from her As fam'a Prometheus' wand convey'd the ray

defires, Of heavenly fire to animate his clay.

Inflam'd with sage maliciously retires; How the just strokes in harmony unite ! Already kindles her inmortal hate, How shades and darkness recommend the light ! Already labours with the Trojan fate. No lineaments unequally surprise ;

While a new transport Aufh'd the bloomisg The beauties regularly fall and risc.

boy, Loft in each other we in vain pursue

Helen he feems already to enjoy, The fleeting lines that cheat our wearied view. And feeds the flame that must consume his Troy. Nor know we how their subtle courfus run,

Another scene our wondering fight recalls; Nor where this ended, nor where that begun. The fair adulteress leaves her native walls : (jos: Nor where the fades their utmost bounds display, Her cheeks are faind with mingled shame ara Ur the light fades insensibly away ;

Lullid on the bofan of the Phrygian bog.

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