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And Hope, the blameless parasite of Woe. 10

The eyeless Chemist heard the process rise,
The steamy Chalice bubbled up in sighs ;
Sweet sounds transpired, as \vhen the enamour'd Dove
Pours the soft murmuring of responsive Love.
The finish'd work might Envy vainly blame, 15

And 'Kisses' was the precious Compound's name.
With half the God his Cyprian Mother blest,
And breath'd on Sara's lovelier lips the rest.


THOU gentle Look, that didst my soul beguile,

Why hast thou left me? Still in some fond dream

Revisit my sad heart, auspicious Smile !

As falls on closing flowers the lunar beam :

What time, in sickly mood, at parting day 5

I lay me down and think of happier years ;

1 First published in 1796: included iu 1797, 1S03, 1828, 1829, and
1S34. The 'four last lines ' of the Sonnet as sent to Southey, on Dec. 11,
1794, were written by Lamb. Letters of S. T. C., 1895, 5. Ill, 112.

9 Gay Dreams whose tints with beamy brightness glow.

Letter, 1793, MS. E.
r. rr. An,} ^ Hopes the blameless parasites of Woe

1 } Fond Bristol MS.
And Dreams whose tints with beamy brightness glow.

Pencil, Bristol MS.
1 1 -13 With joy he view'd his chymic process rise,

The steaming cauldron bubbled up in sighs. Letter, 1793.
11-12 the chymic process rise,

The steaming chalice Pencil, MS. E.
ii-ia the chymic process rise,

The charming cauldron Bristol MS.
14 Murmuring] murmurs Letter, 1793.

Cooes the soft murmurs Pencil.
*5 not Envy's self could blame Letter, 1793, Pencil.

might blame. JUS. E.
17 With part Letter, 1793, MS. E.

*8 on Nesbitt's lovely lips the rest. Letter, 1793, Pencil.

on Mary's lovelier lips the rest. MS. E.
on lovely Nesbitt's lovely lips the rest. Bristol MS.
TJie Gentle Look Title] Irregular Sonnet MS. E : Effusion xiv. 1796 :
Sonnet IU. 1797, 1803 : Sonnet viii. 1828, 1829, 1834 : The Smile P. W.
1885 : The Gentle Look P. W. 1893.
I Thou] Letter, 1794.


Of joys, that glimmer'd in Hope's twilight ray,
Then left me darkling in a vale of tears.

pleasant days of Hope for ever gone !

Could I recall you ! But that thought is vain. ro

Availeth not Persuasion's sweetest tone

To lure the fleet-wing'd Travellers back again:
Yet fair, though faint, their images shall gleam
Like the bright Rainbow on a willowy stream. 1



DEAR native Brook ! wild Streamlet of the West !
How many various-fated years have past,
What happy and what mournful hours, since last

1 skimm'd the smooth thin stone along thy breast,
Numbering its light leaps ! yet so deep imprest 5
Sink the sweet scenes of childhood, that mine eyes

I never shut amid the sunny ray,
But straight with all their tints thy waters rise,

Thy crossing plank, thy marge with willows grey,
And bedded sand that vein'd with various dyes 10

Gleam'd through thy bright transparence ! On my way,

Visions of Childhood ! oft have ye beguil'd
Lone manhood's cares, yet waking fondest sighs:

Ah ! that once more I were a careless Child !

? 1 793.

' Compare 11. 13, 14 with 11. 13, 14 of Anna and Harland and 11. 17, 18 of
Recollection. Vide Appendix.

8 Lines 2-11 were first published in the Watchman, No. V, April 2,
1796, as lines 17-26 of Recollection. First published, as a whole, in
Selection of Sonnets, 1796, included in 1797, 1803, Sibylline Leaves, 1828,
1829, and 1834.

9 gone] flown MS. E. 10 you] one Letter, 1794.
13-14 Anon they haste to everlasting Night,

Nor can a Giant's arm arrest them in their flight Letter, 1794.
On on, &c., MS. E.

Sonnet Title] Sonnet No. IV. To the, &c., 1797, 1803.
3 What blissful and what aiiEjuish'd hours Watchman, S. S., 1797, 1803.
7 ray] blaze Watchman, S. S., 1797, JS03. 8 thy] their S. L. Corrected

in Errata, p. [xii].

9 The crossing plank, and margin's willowy maze Watchman.

Thy crossing plank, thy margin's willowy maze

S. S., 1797, 1803.

ii On my way] to the gaze Watchman, S. S., 1797, 1803. 14 Ah I

lhat I were once more, &c. S. L. Corrected in Errata, p. [xii].




IMAGINATION, Mistress of my Love !

Where shall mine Eye thy elfin haunt explore ?

Dost thou on yon rich Cloud thy pinions bright

Embathe in amber-glowing Floods of Light ?

Or, wild of speed, pursue the track of Day 5

In other worlds to hail the morning Ray?

'Tis time to bid the faded shadowy Pleasures move

On shadowy Memory's wings across the Soul of Love ;

And thine o'er Winter's icy plains to fling

Each flower, that binds the breathing Locks of Spring. 10

When blushing, like a bride, from primrose Bower

She starts, awaken'd by the pattering Shower!

Now sheds the setting Sun a purple gleam,

Aid, lovely Sorc'ress ! aid the Poet's dream.

With faery wand O bid my Love arise, /5

The dewy brilliance dancing in her Eyes ;

As erst she woke with soul-entrancing Mien

The thrill of Joy extatic yet serene,

When link'd with Peace I bounded o'er the Plain

And Hope itself was all I kne\v of Pain ! to

Propitious Fancy hears the votive sigh
The absent Maiden flashes on mine Eye !
When first the matin Bird with startling Song
Salutes the Sun his veiling Clouds among.

f accustom'd

I trace her footsteps on the {steaming Lawn, 25

I view her glancing in the gleams of Dawn !
When the bent Flower beneath the night-dew weeps
And on the Lake the silver Lustre sleeps,
Amid the paly Radiance soft and sad

She meets my lonely path in moonbeams clad. 30

With licr along the streamlet's brink I rove :
With her I list the warblings of the Grove ;
And seems in each low wind her voice to float,
Lone-whispering Pity in each soothing Note !


As oft in clime's beyond the western Main 35

Where boundless spreads the wildly-silent Plain,

The savage Hunter, who his drowsy frame

Had bask'd beneath the Sun's unclouded Flame,

Awakes amid the tempest-troubled air,

The Thunder's Peal and Lightning's lurid glare 40

Aghast he hears the rushing Whirlwind's Sweep,

And sad recalls the sunny hour of Sleep !

So lost by storms along Life's wild 'ring Way

Mine Eye reverted views that cloudless Day,

When, ! on thy banks I joy'd to rove 45

While Hope with kisses nurs'd the infant Love !

Sweet - - ! where Pleasure's streamlet glides

Fann'd by soft winds to curl in mimic tides ;

Where Mirth and Peace beguile the blameless Day ;

And where Friendship's fixt star beams a mellow'd Ray ; 50

Where Love a crown of thornless Eoses wears ;

Where soften'd Sorrow smiles within her tears ;

And Memory, with a Vestal's meek employ,

Unceasing feeds the lambent flame of Joy!

No more thy Sky Larks less'ning from my sight 55

Shall thrill th' attuned Heartstring with delight ;

No more shall deck thy pensive Pleasures sweet

With wreaths of sober hue my evening seat !

Yet dear to [My] Fancy's Eye thy varied scene

Of Wood, Hill, Dale and sparkling Brook between : 60

Yet sweet to [My] Fancy's Ear the warbled song,

That soars on Morning's wing thy fields among !

Scenes of my Hope ! the aching Eye ye leave,
Like those rich Hues that paint the clouds of Eve !
Tearful and saddening with the satlden'd Blaze 65

Mine Eye the gleam pursues with wistful Gaze
Sees Shades on Shades with deeper tint impend,
Till chill and damp the moonless Night descend J



THOU wild Fancy, check thy wing ! No more
Those thin white flakes, those purple clouds explore !
Nor there with happy spirits speed thy flight
Bath'd in rich amber-glowing floods of light ;

Nor in yon gleam, where slow descends the day, 5

With western peasants hail the morning ray !

Ah ! rather bid the perish'd pleasures move,

A shadowy train, across the soul of Love !

O'er Disappointment's wintiy desert fling

Each flower that wreath'd the dewy locks of Spring. 10

When blushing, like a bride, from Hope's trim bower

She leapt, awaken'd by the pattering shower.

Now sheds the sinking Sun a deeper gleam,

Aid, lovely Sorceress ! aid thy Poet's dream !

With faery wand O bid the Muid arise, 15

Chaste Joyance dancing in her bright-blue eyes;

As erst when from the Muses' calm abode

1 came, with Learning's meed not unbestowed ;
When as she twin'd a laurel round my brow,

And met my kiss, and half return'd my vow, 20

O'er all my frame shot rapid my thrill'd heart,
And every nerve confess'd the electric dart.

dear Deceit ! I see the Maiden rise,

Chaste Joyance dancing in her bright-blue eyes !

When first the lark high-soaring swells his throat, 25

Mocks the tir'd eye, and scatters the loud note,

1 trace her footsteps on the accustom'd lawn,
I mark her glancing mid the gleam of dawn.

1 First published in 1796 : included in 1797, 1808, 1828, 1829 and 1834.
In Social Life at the English Universities, by Christopher Wordsworth, M.A.,
1874, it is recorded that this poem was read by Coleridge to a party of
college friends on November 7, 1793.

Title] Effusion xxxvi. Written in Early Youth, The Time, An
Autumnal Evening 1796' : Written in etc. 1803 : An Effusion on u
Autumnal Evening. Written in Early Youth 779? (Supplement}.

A first draft, headed ' An Effusion at Evening, Written in August,
1792' is included in the MS. volume presented to Mrs. Estlin in April,
1795 (vide ante, pp. 49. 50).

28 gleam] gleams 1796, 1797, 1303, 1S93.


When the bent flower beneath the night-dew weeps

And on the lake the silver lustre sleeps, 30

Amid the paly radiance soft and sad,

She meets my lonely path in moon-beams clad.

With her along the streamlet's brink I rove ;

With her I list the warblings of the grove ;

And seems in each low wind her voice to float 35

Lone-whispering Pity in each soothing note !

Spirits of Love ! ye heard her name ! Obey

The powerful spell, and to my haunt repair.

Whether on clust'ring pinions ye are there,

Where rich snows blossom on the Myrtle-trees, 40

Or with fond languishment around my fair

Sigh in the loose luxuriance of her hair ;

heed the spell, and hither wing your way,
Like far-off music, voyaging the breeze !

Spirits ! to you the infant Maid was given 45

Form'd by the wond'rous Alchemy of Heaven !

No fairer Maid does Love's wide empire know,

No fairer Maid e'er heav'd the bosom's snow.

A thousand Loves around her forehead fly ;

A thousand Loves sit melting in her eye ; 50

Love lights her smile in Joy's red nectar dips

His myrtle flower, and plants it on her lips.

She speaks ! and hark that passion-warbled song

Still, Fancy ! still that voice, those notes prolong.

As sweet as when that voice with rapturous falls ,-

Shall wake the soften'd echoes of Heaven's Halls !

1 (have I sigh'd) were mine the wizard's rod,
Or mine the power of Proteus, changeful God !

1 Note to lino 57. Poems, 1796, pp. 183-5:- I entreat the Public's
pardon for having carelessly suffered to be printed such intolerable stuff
as this and the thirteen following lines. They have not the merit even
of originality : as every thought is to be found in the Greek Epigrams.
The lines in this poem from the 27th to the 36th, I have been told are

51-3 in Joy's bright neclar dips

The flamy rose, and plants it on her lips !
Tender, serene, and all devoid of guile,
Soft is her soul, as sleeping infants' smile
She speaks, &c. 1796, 1803.

54 still those mazy notes 1796, 1S03.

55-6 Sweet as th' angelic harps, whose rapturous falls

Awake the soften'd echoes of Heaven's Halls. 1796, 1803.


A flower-entangled Arbour I would seem

To shield my Love from Noontide's sultry beam: 60

Or bloom a Myrtle, from whose od'rous boughs

My Love might weave gay garlands for her brows.

When Twilight stole across the fading vale,

To fan my Love I'd be the Evening Gale ;

Mourn in the soft folds of her swelling vest, 65

And flutter my faint pinions on her breast !

On Seraph wing I'd float a Dream by night,

To soothe my Love with shadows of delight:

Or soar aloft to be the Spangled Skies,

And gaze upon her with a thousand eyes ! 70

As when the Savage, who his drowsy frame

Had bask'd beneath the Sun's unclouded flame,

Awakes amid the troubles of the air,

The skiey deluge, and white lightning's glare

Aghast he scours before the tempest's sweep, 75

And sad recalls the sunny hour of sleep :

So tossed by storms along Life's wild 'ring way,

Mine eye reverted views that cloudless day,

a palpable imitation of the passage from the 355th to the 370th line of the
Pleasures of Memory Part 3. I do not perceive so striking a similarity
between the two passages ; at all events I had written the Effusion
several years before I had seen M r Rogers' Poem. It may be proper to
remark that the tale of Florio in the 'Pleasures of Memory* is to be
found in Lochleven, a poem of great merit by Michael Bruce. In
M r Rogers' Poem* the names are Florio and Julia; in the Lochleven
Lomond and Levina and this is all the difference. We seize the
opportunity of transcribing from the Lochleven of Bruce the following
exquisite passage, expressing the effects of a fine day on the human

Fat on the plain, and mountain's sunny side
Large droves of oxen and the fleecy flocks
Feed undisturb'd ; and fill the echoing air
With Music grateful to their [the] Master's ear.
The Traveller stops and gazes round and round
O'er all the plains [scenes] that animate his heart
With mirth and music. Even the mendicant
Bow-bent with age, that on the old gray stone
Sole-sitting suns him in the public way,
Feels his heart leap, and to himself lie sings.

[Poems by Michael Bruce, 1796, p. 94. ]

* For Coleridge's retractation of the charge of plagiarism and apology to
Rogers see ' Advertisement to Supplement of 1797 ', pp. 244, 245.


When by my native brook I wont to rove,

While Hope with kisses nurs'd the Infant Love. So

Dear native brook ! like Peace, so placidly

Smoothing through fertile fields thy current meek !

Dear native brook ! where first young Poesy

Stared wildly-eager in her noontide dream !

Where blameless pleasures dimple Quiet's cheek, 85

As water-lilies ripple thy slow stream !

Dear native haunts ! where Virtue still is gay,

Where Friendship's fix'd star sheds a mellow'd ray,

Where Love a crown of thornless Roses wears,

Where soften'd Sorrow smiles within her tears ; 90

And Memory, with a Vestal's chaste employ,

Unceasing feeds the lambent flame of joy !

No more your sky-larks melting from the sight

Shall thrill the attuned heart-string with delight

No more shall deck your pensive Pleasures sweet 95

With wreaths of sober hue my evening seat.

Yet dear to Fancy's eye your varied scene

Of wood, hill, dale, and sparkling brook between !

Yet sweet to Fancy's ear the warbled song,

That soars on Morning's wing your vales among. 100

Scenes of my Hope ! the aching eye ye leave
Like yon bright hues that paint the clouds of eve !
Tearful and saddening with the sadden'd blaze
Mine eye the gleam pursues with wistful gaze :
Sees shades on shades with deeper tint impend, 105

Till chill and damp the moonless night descend.


SIR, The following poem you may perhaps deem admissible
into your journal if not, you will commit it th lepov /xtVcs
f H<arroio. I am, with more respect and gratitude than I
ordinarily feel for Editors of Papers, your obliged, &c. ,


1 First published, Morning Chronicle, Nov. 7, 171)3. First collected 1S93.

86 thy] a 17VG, 1S03.


On buying a Tided in the Irish Lottery

Composed during a walk to and from the Queen's Head,
Gray's Inn Lane, Holborn, and Hornsby's and Co., Cornhill.

PROMPTRESS of unnumber'd sighs,

O snatch that circling bandage from thine eyes !

look, and smile ! No common prayer
Solicits, Fortune! thy propitious care!

For, not a silken son of dress, 5

1 clink the gilded chains of politesse,
Nor ask thy boon what time I scheme
Unholy Pleasure's frail and feverish dream ;
Nor yet my view life's dazzle blinds-
Pomp ! Grandeur ! Power ! I give you to the winds ! 10
Let the little bosom cold

Melt only at the sunbeam ray of gold
My pale cheeks glow the big drops start
The rebel Feeling riots at my heart !

And if in lonely durance pent, 15

Thy poor mite mourn a brief imprisonment
That mite at Sorrow's faintest sound
Leaps from its scrip with an elastic bound !
But oh ! if ever song thine ear

Might soothe, O haste with fost'ring hand to rear 20

One Flower of Hope ! At Love's behest,
Trembling, I plac'd it in my secret breast :
And thrice I've view'd the vernal gleam,
Since oft mine eye, with Joy's electric beam,
Illum'd it and its sadder hue 35

Oft moisteii'd with the Tear's ambrosial dew !
Poor wither'd floweret ! on its head
Has dark Despair his sickly mildew shed !
But thou, O Fortune ! canst relume

Its deaden'd tints and thou with hardier bloom 30

May'st haply tinge its beauties pale,
And yield the unsunn'd stranger to the western gale !



THE ilust flies smothering, as on t'ring wheel
Loath 'd Aristocracy careers along ;
The distant track quick vibrates to the eye,
And white and dazzling undulates with heat,
Where scorching to the unwary traveller's touch, 5

The stone fence flings its narrow slip of shade ;
Or, where the worn sides of the chalky road
Yield their scant excavations (sultry grots !),
Emblem of languid patience, we behold
The fleecy files faint-ruminating lie. 10



VIVIT sed mihi non vivit nova forte marita,
Ah dolor ! alterius cara a cerviee pependit.
Vos, malefida valete aecensae insomnia mentis,
Littora amata valete ! Vale, ah ! formosa Maria !


WITH many a weary step at length I gain
Thy summit, Bala ! and the cool breeze plays
Cheerily round my brow as hence the gaze
Returns to dwell upon the journey 'd plain.

'Twas a long way and tedious ! to the eye 5

Tho' fair th' extended Vale, and fair to view
The falling leaves of many a faded hue
That eddy in the wild gust moaning by !

Ev'n so it far'd with Life ! in discontent

Restless thro' Fortune's mingled scenes I went, 10

1 First published, Letters of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1S95, i. 73, 74. The
lines were sent in a letter to Southey, dated July 6, 1794.

* First published, Biog. Lit, 1847, Biog. Supplement, ii. 340. This
Latin quatrain was sent in a letter to Southey, dated July 13, 1794.

8 First published (as Coleridge's) in 1893, from an unsigned autograph
MS. found among the Evans Papers. The lines are all but identical with
Southey's Sonnet to Lansdown Hill (Sonnet viii), dated 1794, and first
published in 1797, and were, probably, his composition. See Athenaeum,
January 11, 1896.

On Bala Hill, z Bala] Lansdown Poems, 1797.

3 Cheerily] Gratefully Poems, 1797.


Yet wept to think they would return no more !

cease fond heart ! in such sad thoughts to roam,
For surely thou ere long shalt reach thy home,
And pleasant is the \vay that lies before.





RICHER than Miser o'er his countless hoards,

Nobler than Kings, or king-polluted Lords,

Here dwelt the MAN OF Eoss ! O Traveller, hear !

Departed Merit claims a reverent tear.

Friend to the friendless, to the sick man health, 5

With generous joy he view'd his modest wealth ;

He heard the widow's heaven-breath'd prayer of praise,

He mark'd the shelter'd orphan's tearful gaze,

Or where the sorrow-shrivell'd captive lay,

Pour'd the bright blaze of Freedom's noon-tide ray. 10

1 First published in the Cambridge Intelligencer, September 27, 1794 :
included in A Pedestrian Tour through North Wales. By J. Hucks, 1795,
p. 15: 1796, 1797, 1803, 1828, 1829, and 1S?4.

In a letter to Southey dated July 13, J794, Coleridge writes: 'At
Ross . . . we took up our quarters at the King's Arms, once the house of
Kyrle, the Man of Koss. I gave the window-shutter the following effusion
" Richer than Misers" etc.' J. Hucks, in his Tour, 1795, p. 15, writes to
the same effect. There are but slight variations in the text as printed in
the Cambridge Intelligencer and in Hucks' Tour. In 1796 lines 5-10 of the
text, which were included in A Monody on the Death of Chatferton (1796), are
omitted, and the poem numbered only fourteen lines. In 1797 lines 6-10
were restored to the Man of Ross and omitted from the Monody. The poem
numbered twenty lines. In 1803 lines 5-10 were again omitted from
the Man of Ross, but not included in the Monody. The poem numbered
fourteen lines. The text of 1828, 1829 is almost identical with that of 1834.

Four MS. versions are extant, (1) the Letter to Southey, July 13, 1794 :
(2) the Estlin Copy-book : (3) the Morrison MSS. : (4) the MS. 4

12 0] But Poems, 1797.

Lines Title] Written . . . Mr. Kyrle, ' the Man of Ross '. MS. E.

i Misers o'er their Letter, 1794, J. If., MS. E, 1803. 4 the glistening

tear Letter, 1794 : a] the J. H., MS. E. Lines 5-10 are not in MS. 4, 1796,
1S03 : in 1797 they follow L 14 of the text. 5 to the poor man wealth,

Morrison MSS. 7 heard] hears 1797, 1828, 1829. 8 mark'd] marks

1797, 1828. 9 Aiid o'er the dowried maiden's glowing cheek, Letter,

1794, Morrison MSS. : virgin's snowy cheek, J. H., MS. E. 10 Bade

bridal love suffuse its biushes meek. Letter, 1794, MS. E, Morrison MSS.
Pour'd] Pours 2797, 1828, 1829.


Beneath this roof if thy cheer'd moments pass,
Fill to the good man's name one grateful glass:
To higher zest shall Memory wake thy soul,
And Virtue mingle in the ennobled bowl.
But if, like me, through Life's distressful scene 15

Lonely and sad thy pilgrimage hath been ;
And if thy breast with heart-sick anguish fraught,
Thou journeyest onward tempest-tossed in thought ;
Here cheat thy cares ! in generous visions melt,
And dream of Goodness, thou hast never felt ! 20



IF while my passion I impart,

You deem, my words untrue,
O place your hand upon my heart

Feel how it throbs for you \

Ah no ! reject the thoughtless claim 5

In pity to your Lover !
That thrilling touch would aid the flame

It wishes to discover,



ONCE more ! sweet Stream ! with slow foot wandering near,

I bless thy milky waters cold and clear.

Escap'd the flashing of the noontide hours,

With one fresh garland of Pierian flowers

(Ere from thy zephyr-haunted brink I turn) 5

My languid hand shall wreath thy mossy urn.

For not through pathless grove with murmur rude

Thou soothest the sad wood-nymph, Solitude ;

Nor thine unseen in cavern depths to well,

The Hermit-fountain of some dripping cell ! 10

1 First published in 1796 : included in 1803, 1828, 1829, and 1S34.

2 First published in 1796 : included in Annual Register, 1796 : 1797, 1803,
1828, 1829, and 1834.

ii If neath this roof thy wine cheer'd moments pass Letter, J. 7f., 215.
E, MS. 4, 1S03. 14 ennobled] sparkling Letter, 1794. 15 me] mine 1S03.

Imitated, &c. Title] Song MS. E : Effusion xxxi. Imitated &c., 7796.

Lines Title] Lines addressed to a Spring in Village of Kirkhampton
near Bath MS. E.

1 groves in murmurs MS. E.


Pride of the Vale ! thy useful streams supply

The scatter'd cots and peaceful hamlet nigh.

The elfin tribe around thy friendly banks

With infant uproar and soul-soothing pranks,

Releas'd from school, their little hearts at rest, 15

Launch paper navies on thy waveless breast.

The rustic here at eve with pensive look

Whistling lorn ditties leans upon his crook,

Or, starting, pauses with hope-mingled dread

To list the much-lov'd maid's accustom'd tread : 20

She, vainly mindful of her dame's command,

Loiters, the long-fill'd pitcher in her hand.

Unboastful Stream ! thy fount with pebbled falls
The faded form of past delight recalls,

What time the morning sun of Hope arose, 25

And all was joy ; save when another's woes
A transient gloom upon my soul imprest,
Like passing clouds impictur'd on thy breast.
Life's current then ran sparkling to the noon,
Or silvery stole beneath the pensive Moon : 30

Ah ! now it works rude brakes and thorns among,
Or o'er the rough rock bursts and foams along !



THE solemn-breathing air is ended
Cease, Lyre ! thy kindred lay !

From the poplar-branch suspended
Glitter to the eye of Day !

1 First published in the Watchman, No. II, March 0, 170G : included in

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